keep your head UP nothing lasts forever

Home, huh? She almost wondered what it would be like to have a home again. Maybe she would find a home in these lands. But Irin doubted it. It was rare that wolves spent as much time in her company as Domovei was. He was kind, if a bit . . . strange. Not that Irin had any place to judge. But he had kept her imagination more grounded than most did. She wasn't sure what it was about him that did that, but he had, but he had. And she wasn't sure how she felt about that. But her attention had been focused largely on him and not on the worlds that she spun for herself. It wasn't a particularly common occurrence. "It sounds like a nice place," Irin observed, half to herself. Though in fact she knew little about it, it had to be a nice place if wolves were happy there. Life was black and white like that.

At the mention of a master, however, Irin blinked, turning her curious gaze towards Domovei thoughtfully. A master? Was that simply a fancy name for Alpha? If so, maybe the pack wasn't particularly nice after all. But maybe it was Master in the traditional sense, and he was a servant or a slave or something like that. Maybe she had saved his life, and until he paid off his debt, he was bound to her, doing whatever she pleased. "Master?" She tilted her head slightly, asking for clarification in her quiet manner, as she was inclined to.

A rogue. Well, she supposed she was. Irin thought absently of her small pack, the one that she had left behind not so long ago and shook her head slightly, ears pricking in Domovei's direction. "Yeah, I guess I am." Irin blinked, shrugging her shoulders. "What's Amenti like?" There, a subject change. Irin wasn't much for talking about her family. They were not particularly horrible or anything, it just wasn't as much fun as learning new things was. And she was indeed curious about the home of which Domovei spoke.