Morganna answered the boy with a low "Hmm," considering whether or not it would be worth poking the hornet's nest. By Greer's estimation, there were hardly any wolves left but she had little doubt that many of them held less than zero regard for her, and likewise, she considered her sister the only one worth the time of day. "I'll pro'lly poke around a bit but I don' expect a welcome party." She considered all the havoc she could cause with someone like Skoll on her side, or even Bojay and Sterling when they finally arrived, but that would be a worry for another day. "From what I managed ter sniff out there's not a lot left ter go back to, and their pup isn' nearly so fine as you are." Even if she still silently considered her own children superior to them all.

What's it like down there? Morganna had a fondness for the south, for the swaying willows and the open rise. For the whispering grasses of the meadow and the fresh, sharp wind of the heights. She loved the throng of the grove under her paws and the way the lagoon lit up under the moon. "It's different ter up here, yer can't see so far, an' there's more cover from th' wind. There're open spots, but they aren't as open as this." She couldn't really put into words her appreciation for the south western corner of relic lore. "How about yer come an' visit me with yer ma one day? I'll show yer around."

It finally seemed as though there was a wolf to rival Odin's love of open spaces. Maybe it was being born on the Monadnock that instilled that love of areas? It had been one of his main reasons for leaving Torbine after all, and she smirked. "Odin prefers it up 'ere too," But Morganna had decided since leaving that she much preferred the option of having ready shade and a break from the wind and snow when it got as overbearing as it could out on the tundra. "But i's a deal. I'll make sure yer have fun okay?" She motioned her head back towards the monadnock. "Speakin' o' Odin, do yer think yer can help me find 'im?"