wakey wakey eggs and bake-y

"no" she raised a giant paw and gestured to her thin coat. it lacked the cold's embrace until now, a virgin in its own right. Eliphas would explain even if it made her confused. she shook her fur out, giving a little start and refusing to let him know she was puzzled. though it could be say she did look like it. "flat land. little cover. mountains though. if 'snow' on them, I not see. dry and hot. little water found." her beloved realm was far away, kept safe by the warriors that patrolled it daily. when she returned to it, it would still be there.

but as much as she stated the facts of her realm, Zola knew it would not seem ideal to some wolves. people came from many different places. she had met only a pawful of them so far. their thoughts and beliefs their own. their own ideas of freedom and want. "good land. builds strong people. rich culture" she grunted. but to her surprise, if she ever learned, the mountains in her realm did have snow. just at very, very high elevation. too high for her to travel to and be able to survive comfortably though. "I come to learn. grow mind." she added in, knowing why he came.

- - "Talking!" Walking. 'Thought/Others!' - -