Back at the penguins H.Q., Skipper could be found pacing the floor, a single flipper behind his back while he chewed at the tip of the other, like how a human tries to organize their thoughts by chewing on a thumbnail. "I don't trust her." He admitted to no one in particular. He was mostly just thinking aloud at this point, but the others knew full well to pay attention to their leader in any case, as usually it'd be leading up to an operation. If that were to be the case, you'd better be ready to jump into action and you damn well better know what you're doing. So skipper found himself surrounded by his men very shortly after it was said, and he felt prompted to continue. "I don't trust the wolf." He repeated. "She's up to something."

"She did have an unusual reaction to our entrance earlier." Kowalski added, but he was not completely ready to give into Skipper's usual paranoia yet. "Not every individual will act the same as another though in these situations." The tallest of the four concluded. It was possible she was up to something, but it was just as likely she was innocent.

Private decided now may be a good time to interject, being the ever trusting one. "Probably just startled her, really, she is from the wild. I don't know if that reaction would be so unordinary." Skipper considered this for a moment; the two did have a few good points. They'd never really had an animal from the outside before, so it was possible, but his gut was just telling him something was wrong about that she-wolf.

"Blind faith'll get you nowhere, Private." The leader finally determined, with which Rico grunted and nodded in response. He liked the direction this was going; hopefully to where there was an operation ahead. Rico was an action junkie; if he could get away with blowing at least one thing up he'd be one happy penguin. "We'll have to scope it out for ourselves. Tonight." Skipper concluded, and inwardly private groaned. Couldn't they leave Sesi alone? Spying on your neighbors wasn't a nice thing to do. Kowalski, however, was trying to look on the bright side of things. If nothing else, he'd at least get to study the behaviors of a wild animal; Or of a canidae, anyways. He'd never had one of those to observe either, meanwhile Rico was whooping. He loved doing operations, and if he actually talked he could tell them he secretly hoped she was up to something, just for the drama of it all.

They began planning, and it was funny in a way, that on the opposite side of the zoo, this is what Sesi was also doing. Both of their plans would execute this night but only one counted on crashing into the other.

Later that night~

The penguins, that night, could be found waiting atop of the gate, (It was necessary when spying on a potential adversary to find an at least decent vantage point. The only place that could have been better than this would have been Julien's, with it having a surrounding view of the whole place but none of the four planned heavily on spending the night with the lemurs). Skipper stared relentlessly through a pair of as-high-powered-as-a-penguin-could-make binoculars, not daring to take his eyes off the enemy's pin for a second.

It was also for a while that they'd been at it. It couldn't have been less than one in the morning, and everyone was feeling very tired, and for Rico, bored. There hadn't even been a hint of movement over by the wolf's den. Private yawned "Skippah, I don't think she's up to anything. She's probably sleeping." He'd tried to reason with the elder penguin, feeling his own eyes drooping from the lack of rest he was continually getting with these midnight operations. Rico yawned "uh huh", he agreed quite undutifully, rubbing at his own eyes. If nothing exciting was going to happen then he may as well be catching some z's. Kowalski himself, even with his abnormally long attention span was starting to become quite underwhelmed. "She might not even try anything tonight if she were to try anything at all, Skipper."

It was at this moment that Skipper held up a flipper as if to halt his men from saying anything further. "I've got movement." He confirmed lowly, as if the she-wolf could have heard him from all the way over to their spot on the gate. All three of the others perked immediately and Kowalski brought up his own pair to take a look for himself, finding that indeed the wolf was moving from her den, and easily past the low fences that were the perimeter of her exhibit. She cast a quick look around as though to make sure no one was watching, an ear perked probably to listen for anything out of the ordinary. Sensing nothing she continued her path on quick paws. "What's she doing?" Kowalski asked to himself.

"I don't know." Skipper answered at a quiet whisper. "Let's wait to see what she does." But that was it. She wasn't really doing anything. She wasn't going for any exhibit in particular; in fact she was headed… their way? Had she seen them? "Take cover!" Skipper whispered urgently to the others and they'd not dare disobey. He was, of course, still keeping a diligent eye on the she-wolf, her milky hide made it fairly easy actually. She may have blended in better if it were snowing, but unfortunately for her it was summer, and there was no such possibility… unless Kowalski were to make a weather machine, but that's beside the point.

She kept on her pace though, and as she neared, it became more and more apparent that she had not seen them, but rather was actually, instead, headed for the gate. Skipper would not have usually had a problem with this, an animal trying to leave the zoo's parameters, (They'd set out to do it themselves once, with their monochromatic friend following suit, bringing his friends along with him.) but Sesi was considered a dangerous animal in the public eye. There'd be no way they wouldn't just bring her back here, or worse, shoot her on sight.

Skipper had concluded she indeed was not a spy. A spy wouldn't be looking to leave without at least swiping something first or ransacking their information, a spy if they thought they couldn't get in easy enough would hang around until she thought she'd been accepted into the society; only THEN would they make their move. There wasn't even the possibility she'd have stolen something. They'd either been in their base all day or out watching her, there wasn't a chance she could have. She was nearing very rapidly now, and Skipper gestured for them all to jump down. Even if he and his men had done it once, he wanted to know just why she felt she needed to leave so bad she would be willing to get shot to do it.

Needless to say, Sesi wasn't happy to see the penguins again, giving her yet another nasty scare when they'd landed just a hair away from where she was to place her next step. She was a little more expecting of it this time however; she'd seen herself just how nosy the four were, but it didn't mean she would act any less hostile.

"I'm leaving. You're not stopping me." She snarled down at the penguins with ears pressed flat against her head and jowls pulled completely back. Even if she was small among her own race she still found she could effectively tower over the south-pole animals, even on all fours. They could try to stop her all they wanted, but she'd put up one hell of a fight. If there was a party to come unscarred from it, she was certain it would be her; after all, there was a reason that she'd made it all the way from Zoo Atlanta to Central Park.

"Stand down, soldier, we're on your side here." Skipper started. So, his guess was correct after all, she was a fighter indeed. Or she was at least willing to battle, anyways; she did look comfortable within her stance though, so likely she was used to the scene but there was still a possibility. He continued, "You realize if you step outside that gate though, chances are you'll be shot?"

She faltered.

Her lips dropped back to a more neutral state, fur evening itself out. Suddenly she was very distant. No longer was she staring at the four arctic animals before her, but rather, she seemed to be staring through them. She'd been travelling all this time by human transportation, zoo to zoo. She hadn't out and roamed around a city before, especially not so one as famously crowded as New York City. She hadn't even taken into account the possibility of being shot, but she very quickly realized that was a very real possibility.

"I need to get home though." She'd said finally, but it ever seemed less like a goal as time went on and more as if a plea.

Years, the wolf had been away from her home for years,… and now she was only half way there, but she was at an impasse all the same. She couldn't leave here, she now realized, and no zoo was going to transfer her to Canada so she could at least get a head start for Alaska.

"Well if that doesn't ring a bell…" Skipper turned back to the others like he was telling some kind of inside joke, to which they all responded with laughter. The times had been some of the best of their lives, trying to get Alex and his group of friends back here, to the Central Park Zoo… for them to just decide they didn't want it anymore… but they needed to settle down for their own reasons. Sometimes Skipper did miss the free lifestyle though... He turned back to the she-wolf, who looked utterly offended, as if they'd been laughing at her and not their own previous adventures, but that soon melted away when he'd said "We can help you."

"You can help me..?" she repeated, sounding stunned. Her eyes were wide, and her ears perked as she thought on it. "No one's helped me before…" It was true. All the animals she'd met were perfectly content with their captive lives, they hadn't time to help her get back home, nor to worry about her predicament. She could understand this, but for someone to actually help her had been unthinkable up till now.

"We can't go with you though, understand; we have too many things to look after here, too many things to leave behind. Unwatched. You get the picture." She nodded, but she hadn't really understood. The thought of somebody helping her was more than enough however, (but she did admit it would have been nice to have someone along with her on her journey…) but, sending her on her way would suffice just fine, she thinks.

"Come with us." This was the last thing the eldest penguin uttered before she found them all sliding swiftly away from her on their bellies and back towards their own exhibit. She almost had to do a double-take. What an odd thing to do… how did it work even? Surely concrete wasn't naturally that slippery, just the physics of it didn't make sense to her… but she wouldn't question it. Some matters weren't meant to be pressed into. She started on a brisk jog after them.

Her being too big to fit into the secretive base the traditional under-the-food-dish way, they'd have to bring her in through the back way, and when she'd caught a glance of the inside she had to admit, it was a bit bewildering.

"You built this all yourselves?" She gaped. It looked so… professionally done. Like up top. She almost found it hard to believe the humans didn't build this.

"Yep, took us three whole months to dig out." Skipper noted proudly. When he'd come back after that year, he'd forgotten just how much this old H.Q. had been like a home to him. And it was again.

"Months?" She repeated "Months? It would've taken my people a year to do this!" She almost gasped. Wow, these penguins were determined weren't they? She had to admit she was quite impressed with them all; they actually reminded her a lot of home. Hard workers, (obviously) close bonds (obviously again), a sort of hierarchy amongst themselves. Very similar, if she had to say.

"We did work very hard on it." Private interjected with a smile. It was nice that someone was finally saying something about their home, let alone it being a compliment. Others had simply deigned to ignore it most of the time.

The she-wolf offered a smile back at him accompanied by a quick bow of the head. She shifted her icy gaze back to the leader penguin. "So how can you help me?" She inquired. "If you can't come with me, anyways?" She found it slightly hard to believe that they could help her and not be there with her on her way to Canada. They wouldn't be able to stop a human from shooting her if they weren't present.

"Kowalski's been working on something. Now this is highly classified so you can't go around telling everyone about it, and especially not where you saw it okay?" He waited, to which she 'okay'd in quick response, and he nodded at her understanding, continuing on, he gestured for Kowalski to go retrieve just whatever it was 'he's been working on' to which the taller penguin responded with a delighted giggle, saying something about 'finally getting to test his new invention' before waddling off to some obscure room in the back. "We can at least help you get out of New York, maybe even farther depending on how quick of a traveler you are, you know how to get to Canada from here, right?

It was about as soon as Skipper finished that Kowalski had already returned, some strange device being cradled in his flippers as tenderly as a newborn. It looked like some sort of mechanical box with a dish sitting on the top of it. Not like a plate dish, but like a T.V. dish, the ones you usually see in alien films, with a few dials and buttons here or there.

"Behold! The Humanator!" He gave it an introduction of grandeur, but Sesi thought the name a bit silly. A few chuckles from Private, who'd had himself sat next to her was enough to indicate he'd thought so too, so she let a few of her own quiet laughs fly, before she actually thought about it some. Did that do what it sounded like it does? Could that really turn her into a human?