You again?

Desponia's words only receive a flitting glance of Magdalene's icy eyes before the pup is off toward the outskirts of the clearing. Just being able to venture outside of pack lands was exciting enough, but now they were given even more freedom? Her nose is quick to lower to the ground, tail flagged high over her back as it wags excitedly back and forth. Snuffling at each and everything that she can, Mags soon finds out how sharp the thorns can be. A high-pitched yelp escapes her lips as she reels backward, teeth bared at the dangerous vine.

With a grumble, she turns to keep going on her exploration. The grass in the clearing smells sweet and as the wind shifts, other scents are brought to her. Flowers, trees, birds, wolves... Wolf? Her brow furrows, head lifting slowly as the fur along her spine bristles. Narrowing her gaze to peer into the shadows, she thinks she sees something or someone, but can't quite be certain. A growl rumbles in her chest, but the scent soon dissipates. Snorting, Mags continues on her little scouting excursion around the clearing.

"Magdalene"