Nobody's prey

Sirius retorted and Isa gave a soft huff. "Tripping me doesn't count, Warlord." She quite enjoyed the back and forth between them. It was so easy. In the span of a day, they'd found their balance. It just took the pair shaking one another up a bit so that they could settle correctly. It was nice.

The weather picked up, the chill wind whipping the fae's cerulean fur this way and that. It would have been worse had she not been wearing the coat. It would have been much worse if she didn't have Sirius' big body to be her shield. The woman continued to lean against his shoulder, simply enjoying this moment in time.

A response to her absent query soon came and Isa nodded once. She could understand the lack of trust for the future. They had both lost a part of their heart with no warning. She was under the firm belief that if you didn't try, you'd never know, however. "Well, Warlord..." Isa cast her icy gaze up towards the brutes handsome face, "I'll do my best to make the present great for however long I'm in it."

"Speech"