bare the marks

The North… it was cool, no, colder than Isabella was expecting. Her paws hit the hardened ground, ears perked and fiery eyes intent on finding something. Rather than seeking a companion this go round she was trying to find something to munch on. She wasn’t incredibly hungry… but she was interested in finding a snack to keep up her energy as she explored the area that stretched on before her. Trees rose to the Heavens above, and Issy breathed in with wonder as her gaze flicked among them. “Great Divinities above what a place!” A wide smile spread across the young female’s maw. Though she might have been an adult she was certainly not one to act like it. She was still young… and with that youth in her heart she found the thrill of adventure calling to her.

The air seemed to grow colder the further into the territory Issy wandered. She fluffed up her coat, doing what she could to conserve her body heat as she looked around the unfamiliar place. Would her brother have liked this place? He was always curious about different landscapes… A small smile touched her lips, and the French girl clucked her tongue. “Well, one way to find out, non?” She’d just have to find Aldric and drag his colorful butt back here! She paused, one paw mid-stride as she looked around. She could help but shake the feeling she wasn’t alone out here, as she might have originally thought.

Issy narrowed her eyes thoughtfully and set her paw down. Thus far she’d been trying her hardest merely to speak common to these strangers… no one had noticed her accent, more subtle than her brother’s own, but it was getting harder for her to concentrate on those weird words. French came much easier… and she muttered to herself in her mother language as she perked her ears, twitching them this way and that as her orange eyes scanned for the signs of the slightest movement.