Black Cat Bone

The tawny colored dame had been unsuspecting the approach of another, it seemed pure coincidence, that the scent that billowed in the air was of another wolf, that she did not know. When the dame spoke, she turned to face her, her gaze quickly raking over the other, and determining due to her words she most likely wasn't a threat. As the other spoke of the beauty of the waterfall, she glanced back at it, her golden eyes freezing on the abyss. Perhaps it was beautiful but to her, this waterfall would always be a symbol of change. Isabella VentFlurrer was the name of the woman, and the healer felt a small smile pull to her jaws before she would speak.

"Hello Isabella," she would begin, her light soprano voice, holding a twinge of warmth. "I suppose it's beauty would depend on your perspective, though I am sure that in the spring it is a sight to behold." She would grow silent a moment, before remembering that this woman didn't know who she was. "I am Eris, curer of Glaciem." Her golden eyes would linger on the others, wondering if this woman had heard of this ice kingdom, and wondering what opinion she held, of it, if she had.