Uli was staring blankly at the incoming Altador who was already panting and out of breath, possibly going to fall over without hydrating himself first. "Altador," she calmly called out with the cubs still near her but the young Isabella was pawing at her tail but the wolf's tail was good at avoiding getting caught. "There is an oathith (oasis) nearby," she began to softly mutter as she gave advice to the panting wolf. "Take a drink and return when quenched, you might fall over." Her paw was quick to ruffle the pelt of Isabella who almost caught the tail with her fangs. "Clothe (Close) enough, Ia."