Pax Amani

Isabella tiled her head when Malia spoke, what on earth was she talking about? "Grasshopper? What does that even mean? And 'young', I am don't even know if I am considered that anymore." The woman's tone, her movements her words, everything she did was strange. Boring, at least that she could understand but a long as hunting existed she would never be bored. Watching the more playful wolf leave she nodded. "Well then, that is just the way it is. Farewell." She did not know if her words reached the female but picking a path in the opposite direction she moved on. "Another solo hunt then. So be it. I will not change who I am just to work with another." The openness and playful ways of the other reminded Isabella of the pack she once loved but perhaps it is why the pack was a thing of the past. Not being serious enough, leads to not being organized and being too open to others to attack them. With that in mind Isabella went on in hopes to find some sort of meal.

-Exit Isabella.