almost as romantic as an abandoned theme park

The cold didn't really bother her but even the toughest wolves had trouble withstanding the frigid colds of the northernmost points of Boreas all the time, Kaija included, even if she didn't want to admit it. She gave a little nod and moved in alongside him, noting the sound of his companion's claws against the metal floor up ahead. She cast a glance their way, watching as one ducked out of a room and into another. "Not a terrible place to hunker down for awhile. Surprised no one's tried to claim it," she admitted, a bit of distaste clear in her tones. For a wolf that had been raised in a pack maybe she shouldn't be so judgmental but she'd been taught by her father that wolves ought to be free, that claiming lands went against their very nature - and it'd taken her awhile to really believe that but she did now.

She didn't dwell on that thought for long though. She was just glad when she found somewhere she wanted to explore when she didn't have to worry about trespassing. Not that she'd be totally opposed to it if she had a compelling reason, now that she thought of it...

But those were thoughts for another day. Asmodeus admitted he was a fan of the desert more than the north and she had to wonder why he'd found himself all the way up here then. "Asmodeus sounds far more threatening, you're right about that. Guess I got the short end of the stick there." She let out a snort of laughter at the thought. Kaija trailed after him, poking her nose into a few of the rooms. Most were vacant, though some held strange remnants of a world she knew nothing off. She sniffed hard at the air.

His question earned a nonchalant shrug before she decided to elaborate. "Staying in one place and following rules and all that isn't really my thing." Maybe that was a surprise given how she'd been such a diligent little border-defender when Asmodeus had first met her, but she'd been testing the waters and clearly she'd found that wasn't her style, not at all. Being a pain in the ass definitely was though and Asmodeus had gotten a little taste of that. The memory brought a little grin to her lips. "I didn't like sitting around and not seeing what else was out there for me, you know? But what about you?" Had he been infected with wanderlust, like she had? He smelled of a group so she wasn't sure that was the whole story but she was curious nonetheless.