Excitement was tingling throughout her body, the novelty of it all winning her over in a way that Secret Woodlands had failed to do. It was all extremely circumstantial, in no way indicative of the true nature nor appeals of the two differing packs, but rather her mental state when approaching each. The pack lands in the thickets had meant giving up her legacy. To be here amongst the cedarwood trees was bringing her closer again, whispering the promise into her ears that she could one day take back what was hers.



She followed at Rook's heels without another word as he led them past the borderlines and into the territory, but this silence only lasted so long. The king of the land was met with many harmless questions, as was Nineva's nature. Every little thing caught her attention, piquing her curiosity, and she would not hold back her inquiries for the answers were almost a necessity for the knowledge hungry girl. In a short enough expanse of time, she would soon have this land memorized too, just as she had committed every inch of her beloved caverns to memory. This place, these wolves, had rescued her in a way that they could not know, and just like that Grizzly Hollow had become something quite dear to her.