Feel The Thunder

Issy was curious when she heard the call, and while curiosity had not yet killed this cat it was sure to be her undoing one day. She approached the source of the howl as a storm brewed, gaze falling on not one, but two forms. It was obvious the younger one had called, and Issy arched a brow. The tone of the other woman surprised her, and Quinn let out a barking laugh as she strode towards them both, ears twitching. “...and what do you consider yourself to be, old one?” Her orange eyes were dancing with challenge, glancing over at the would be leader. “At least he is trying to form a pack, to make a name for himself, yet you’d so quickly try to pass judgement?” Her words were a little purr.

“Don’t judge a wolf by his body after all… and I’m sure you’ve not been around long enough to judge his mind. Rather than attempt to insult, perhaps you’d do better to shut up and listen before deciding for yourself if he’s worthy of your time or not.” Isabella stretched her muscles, fur raising along her hackles. Even if the young man didn’t know squat about leading a pack, fighting, or anything there was admiration in the fact he’d even try. “Consider yourself with a prospective member, sir.” Quinn winked over Tyranis.

“Isabella Quinn Fabre at your service.” The rain was pouring down on her and the young woman lifted her gaze back to the older she-wolf. She didn’t know her… but that didn’t matter. Nor did it matter that she didn’t know the brute. All that mattered was being entertained… and thus far… she was sure coming her was going to produce some interesting results.