The more time that passed and the longer Endellion spent away from her pack made her restless. She wondered how they were faring without her and if they had chosen a new alpha. The Ironteeth were all she had and even with Gwydion spending time with her she felt the absence gnawing away at her heart hungrily leaving a hole that she couldn't fill. There were wolves that had knowledge of how to cross the sea and she was determined to find one who could help her. Gwydion’s voice rang out and her ears perked. The strange square den that he had found her still made her nervous, half of her wondered if spirits had constructed it. Was she offending them by taking residence in their den? Was that why a piece of the den had crumbled from above and hit her on the head? . “No ennybodee. Endellion home,” she answered his call, odd eyes watching him. She understood more of his language, but there were still phrases she stumbled over despite her best efforts. . “Den attack,” she told him, lifting a large paw to touch her sore head and scowled at the strange den she was living in. . Gwirodydd angry. Want Endellion go,” (Spirits) she explained her worries, trying to think of the Reenok word for spirits, but not coming up with anything so she tried to explain more.
. “Can’t see gwirodydd. Give gift, make happy. They be nice,” she explained in her broken english, eyes falling upon the hare finally. He had hunted for her like she was his pack and that confused her.
