Hell's Bells

Ears perched forward, Persephone drank in all the information that Cormalin was dishing out in a single long-winded breath. She blinked in astonishment; these lands did not just hold one pack, but six? She could only imagine the sheer numbers of these wolves if they were to meet together at once. The mere thought of such power in numbers was overwhelming and she found herself exhaling in excitement. Cormalin was not alone, there were more. More bodies, more strength... more protection. Yes she wanted that. Some place not shrouded in darkness and musty odors, catered to, yet imprisoned. She wanted the freedom she had once possessed as a small pup. Was Cormalin trying to offer her such a thing?

After a few moments she watched him recline to his haunches, his mismatched gaze fixated on her lithe form. Her crown tilted, glancing behind her once more before the tense muscles along her spine relaxed and she took a few steps towards him seating herself a few inches in front of him. Her nostrils flared, inhaling his scent before sighing "Yes... I am looking for home." She paused and looked at features, taking in the sight of this kind, yet unfamiliar being. "Your nose. What happened?" She asked rather bluntly, yet her voice was soft and kind.