A romantic getaway

Sirius gave his opinion on the matter and Isa shuddered. "A warning against what?" Just then, the wind picked up again, blowing through the spires and creating an unearthly howling sound. At first the blue woman winced, then, as if something within her was begging her to do so, she raised her muzzle and howled along with the sound. She joined in on the pained wailing until it stopped, though her voice seemed to echo amidst the towers of stone. It was then that the first sense of... something... struck her. Acceptance. Finality. They were all going to die here.

"Isa"