WORDS ARE THE SHARPEST WEAPONS

Isabella had become quite the nomad, finding no real home only a vast land to roam with various, temporary dens to sleep in. It was a life she loved but a part of her missed living in her pack. Traitors as they were, she was happy, or at least as close to it as she would be, in her previous pack. She was even happy in her birth pack when she was young but that was besides the point. "It wouldn't hurt to learn of other packs." She thought to herself as she put her tracker skills to work and followed the strongest scent of wolves she could find.

Those skills lead her to the border of a pack and as luck would have it there were two wolves there already. The small fox like female arrived just in time to catch the words of the larger white female. The other wolf was earth like in color, larger and also female. Looking them over, she approached from the side of the two wolves, keeping her own side safe while sizing up the two strangers. They each smelled of wolves, though of different wolves. The white one smelled of this land, the brown another. "I can learn of two packs at once." Isabella thought gladly as she approached with her head, ears and tail high.

For her, the stance she took showed she had no leader and as a loner would no listen to the rules of others without good reason. Sitting as the white wolf did she nodded her head to both strangers. "Greetings, I hope I an not interrupting, I was just curious as to who was around me." Isabella did not yet introduce herself, the white one, Song of Ludicel questioned the brown wolf first so minding her manors Isabella would let the brown wolf speak first. This was clear enough as she turned her eyes on the brown wolf and waited.