You live. You learn.

He was only slightly taller than she was, four inches at the most. However he outweighed her greatly, the delicate girl would not look to be much of a match for him should her turn. Isolde was rather sure he was a diplomatic wolf, she could smell a faint aroma of pack upon him. Of course, she had spent little more than half of her life within Alacritis. There was little she knew or remembered but Seracia and the names of her family members. Observing his scrutinizing gaze, she would allow her own upon his form. As she allowed him her name he would return the courteous bow, giving her the answer of Helios Olympus. As he straightened his posture his gaze would shift to the expanse before them, still answering her question however. He was searching, much like she was deep down. She decided she was going no where, subconscious however would secretly want the form of her parents. She needed to see them, show them she had survived. "To be truthful though, I suppose I'm searching as well." her voice was almost wistful as her gaze followed that of Helios. Time would pass before his eyes would shift back to her glorious form. Neither realizing how similar their plights were.?

"Speech"
'thoughts'