The joy discord can bring

Her words would freeze the girl in place, her features again turning to her dusty form. It seemed the two were rather alike, the dark girl echoing her tone of voice. She would easily retort, stating easily she would be looking out for her own well being. Curiosity would grow, and with a graceful ease the speckled girl entered the briar patch. It was obvious the adventurous maiden would not wait, Isolde would hold to her end of the bargain. Dainty figure would wind through the spider webs of thick bramble trunks. While the girl didn't with vile burs stuck within her pelt at the same time she would find herself craving the promised grooming at the end of their trip. Blindly she would follow the she wolf, silently she her eyes would flick from bramble to golden kissed fur ahead of her.
Isolde would enjoy the mystery of her partner, she was unsure if she was ready to vanquish the silence that fell between them. Questions would pop up into her occupied mind, flashes of questions as she followed this she wolf against better judgement. She knew not even her name, but so easily she would crawl after her into the brush. Somehow she would not complain, curiosity occupying her and burning under her chilled skin.

"Speech"
'thoughts'