Her ears perked at "ball," some vestige of the girl's knowledge supplying an image enough to intrigue her. The tent, however, intrigued her more. Usually when they'd gone out with a pack and had a campsite, they'd turned away from it, and nothing had drawn the wolves back before turning back.

So...she followed him. Poking her head in, she sniffed, then--catching mostly his and the girl's scent, she pushed in behind him curiously.