You live. You learn.

Isolde would traverse the fields with ease, her young form overtaking the earth as though she owned every clump of grass she trod upon. Over knolls and flat expanses she would take in the monotonous scenery. The scents of wolves long gone would fill her senses, their life stories opening up to her as she took in the stale aroma. Determined features would continue forward, her lack of a goal burning within the turmoil of her mind. Should she seek her parents form? Her eyes had not lain upon them in far too long. What had become of them, what had become of Seracia? She would visibly shake her head to clear it of what ifs and questioning thoughts. She needed facts, and she would not be one to assume anything.
However the girl had very much assumes her solitude there on the bloody plains, as her paws continued her form pushed by the wind, gaze would catch a glimpse of fur. She would rise over yet another knoll, her eyes narrowing as she took in the stranger below her. Visage would be held proudly as she looked down her nose at him, tail curling over her delicate back. She wouldn't challenge him, but Isolde was certain she wouldn't be backing down. Head would tilt to the side in curiosity of him, his scent completely foreign. He seemed distracted, so much so that it was obvious he had only just noticed her as well. "Greetings." she would nod politely, her royal upbringing showing through with her regal voice.?