But what do I know?

The young pregnant she wolf still felt very lost, though she had Orchid and Othello there for her she still felt wrong about the way Soliloquy was taking everything. He'd left her to cope by herself, his own time being spent anywhere but with her. He would rub off on her, causing the girl to want to go on her own adventures with out him. She wouldn't make it very far though, her paws carrying her to a rather strange place that held more old human junk. They really did a bang up job of poisoning this area with their left overs. The range was a prime example and as she walked along and almost sliced open her paw a few times she'd come to realize that this too had been heavily influenced by the upright creatures of old.

Her attention would eventually be brought to the girl playing by herself, Isolde's ears would perk as she took in her scent. Another of Scorpion's minions? Her encounter with Othello had gone well, she decided that maybe this would too. The women who hung around the Destruction boys seemed so much more approachable than the men themselves. She'd seen the girl on occasion when she was out and about, but she'd never even tried to approach her until now. Head tilted with curiosity she'd approach the young she wolf. "Hello.." She'd call as her form stopped a comfortable distance away. "I'm Isolde, I've seen you around before, I"m sorry I've never said hello." Would she need to go on and tell her about her relationship with Soliloquy before she was recognized? Isolde was unsure that the pale girl would even speak with her.