Sand, Stars, and Sorrow.

He would smile as Ebony was already becoming known to the rouges, and perhaps all in due time they would come to seek shelter, to develop and become strong. " She created it not to long ago, where quickly growing." Within a matter of weeks they reached around ten wolves, and there was no denying more where following. He would quickly discard the thought, awaiting for the story. He'd see how big this was for her, and would show her the gratitude and intrigue she so deserves. The story would unfold; into such detail vaughan could easily visualize the whole scene. If anything, he could clearly see the distress that Isabella went through, and Vau went through something similar. Except it was his loved ones that where at stake. He would nod in understanding once she had said it all, and the deceased wolf should be lucky to have another hear the story. " You should have never been put through all that, Isabella. You where so young to. The rouge wolf will surely live on in your memory, and now mine. Justice is served. Not many wolves are given a second glance after death." His eyes would look upon her once more before continueing " If your still feeling distressed about the scenario, i suggest you keep yourself busy, thats what i would do, going with a small group of friends would be a good support. Or perhaps earning your keep within a pack, perhaps hunt or heal."