The shrine was a strange thing, and she found her pale green gaze fixated on it as she drew closer to it. It seemed like this structure wasn't natural, but what could have created it? She'd heard mere stories of creatures with two legs, with hands that could easily manipulate things like these stones, but she didn't know if she believed them. Interest glimmered briefly in her gaze, her gait slow and calculated as she approached the strange wolf that stood near the shrine.
Though she wasn't particularly interested in meeting new wolves, part of her found solace in the presence of others, even if neither of them enjoyed each others company. Perhaps that was what drew her closer to Eirik, even if she would've quickly denied that she wanted to be near him, let alone speak to him. The Destruction yearling was quiet as her gaze fell on him, tail hanging limply behind her. Her gaze was more vacant now as she watched him, the initial interest fading into something much more like irritation. She was usually distant around family, but her mother's departure and then surprising reappearance had made her grow more wary of getting close to anyone; not that she had ever been close to any besides her litter-mates. Her expression was carefully guarded, so cold for a girl so small and fragile, and yet her stony expression did not falter as she crept closer to him.
"Hi," she responded, her voice level and soft, hardly audible at all. She studied him for a moment, some of the harsh gleam fading from her light gaze, though her expression was largely unreadable even still. "I guess so." Saga didn't really have much of a plan other than to stray from Ludicael's borders, and the shrine had caught her attention, however briefly it might hold it. "You?"
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