Disappointment marred the young princesses features at his disapproval. She had been certain that the pretty flowers with such and enticing scent would be perfect for her mother, but now she was questioning herself. The once beautiful plant which had been proudly standing now looked terribly mangled and dejected, the blossoms that she had thought of as the rose’s heads dipped to the dirt with shame. Maybe he was right. Perhaps she didn’t want these flowers after all. After all, her mother was proud and beautiful and perfect, and whatever she decided to gather for her should be the same.

She drew in a deep breath, her face devoid of any indication of which way she would jump. Would she scream? Would she demand that An-gur didn’t know anything and she was the princess so she was right? Her peachy eyes met pale gold and she simply nodded once, convinced that there was no trickery afoot. “Otay. You show to me.” she said in a determined tone. Skoll had his mowse, but Morganna would get something super special that would make her mother even more proud.

Moving forward so that she could walk obediently at an adults side (after all she wasn’t meant to be outside the pack lands), she allowed her eyes to rove across the big wide world. It didn’t look that different from home. She had heard stories of places far far away, but she could hardly fathom the thought of terrain without willows. “An-gur...?” she began to question, her tone somewhat distracted as she tried to drink everything in. “What’s different Fuh-laowahs do?” It was a very, very broad question indeed, but she had already exhausted explanations of why the sky was blue, and why water was wet, and why dirt was dirt until it got wet it, then was mud... but mud was just wet dirt...?

She simply wanted to learn.