'We do not often choose our circumstances.' Returned the sire. Siru dipped her head in agreement, with her eyes remaining distant, tracing the contours of the rugged horizon.

The Forest Mistress snapped her gaze back once again to Dracarys as he spoke. 'Plenty of wolves, I suspect.' Suspect—it was the best answer she could get at the moment, Siru figured. 'I am fortunate my sister also ended up here. She found me when I... awoke.'

Muted blue eyes lowered towards the gritty earth just beneath her feet. I see, she mused, that is good. She furrowed her brows pensively. If she were so fortunate to have arrived here with her kin, she wasn't lucky enough to have been found by them as he had been. No matter; she hadn't seen her family in years—their absence was hardly an issue. Not now, at least.

Tail swaying against her hocks, she continued to stray forward. This strange land... How much do you know of this place? She turned to look at him, though an ear remained twisted to heed the sounds of the woodlands which surrounded them.