Black Cat Bone

The voice of the other was light and kind, even a bit warm in contrast to her own. For a moment Isabella wondered what it would be like to be warm to everyone, to throw away caution and open up to all. Then again she had met wolves like that and found them rather annoying. Surly there was a middle ground though but Isabella knew it wasn't for her. Either way, she wanted to at least not be rude to the one who was kind, at least not without warrant.

As the woman spoke of the waterfall and perspective Isabella nodded her head. It wasn't as if everyone saw the world the way she did, after all she had faced those who did not share in her belief of The Spirit of the Ocean. As the woman fell silent, Isabella was not sure what to do, she wasn't exactly the best in social situations. Luckily she didn't have to worry much when the woman spoke giving her name, pack and job. It was good to finally here of a pack, she had met another of one pack, crossed onto the borders of a different pack but perhaps this was her chance to learn of one.

"Eris, I shall be sure to remember that name. And the name of your pack, though I have yet to have heard of it. I do know however that packs can be very different having been in one who saw power in blood, my home pack, and one that saw teaching as a way of life, a now disbanded pack. May I ask what Glaciem is like?" Part of her would always want to be in a pack, to have a home and perhaps if she could learn of he packs of he land she could find a home.