Katja had been different to Raisa that much was of course only to be expected, everyone had different personalities after all. She had seemed ok though and Isi had certainly not had too much care about the whole change of leadership stuff, she still had a place in the pack and there was still none of that fear that had been in Old Ebony. Of course it appeared that she had been horribly mistaken however.
She'd missed a lot of the festival, hadn't felt like competing herself and had simply gotten in the way and likely annoyed anyone she spoke to during the event. The end she had arrived late to, not late enough to quite miss the big event but enough to realise that the death was a voluntary sacrifice, all she'd seen was Katja and a dying wolf before her. What on earth had that wolf done to get killed, would she be next?
No she damn well would not! Isi had turned and ran from Ebony lands, ran from the East. She had no idea where she was going or what on earth she would do now she had left her home but she wasn't going to wait around for Katja to suddenly decide to kill again. Now she had found herself within the Northern lands of Alacritia. So strange to her she could have been anywhere, in fact she might as well have been. Currently lost in the middle of the red forest, she was certainly beginning to wonder if she would ever make her way back out again.
