Isolde might have thought that the wolf felt so strongly about her at one time, they'd barely left each other's presence in the weeks leading up to their discovery. As he ran though, she'd take his disappearance to heart, feeling nothing but hurt. He'd called her though, proof enough that there was still something there. Maybe that was why she had come, that was why she hadn't backed away from his advance. They'd been together for almost a year, that had to account for something still.
She wouldn't look at him still as he answered her question, but rather unsatisfactory. He didn't want to apologize? Maybe tell her that he'd decided to official leave forever? Her eyes would snap back to him as he uttered the next statement. She did like it here, and he would make it obvious that he knew it. Not that she was ready to go rushing back into his embrace over the gesture. "I do," She'd agree simply, eye on him. He was going to have to do the talking since he was the one that dragged her here. She'd sigh, her eyes moving to the horizon. She wouldn't say anything else, though she would wonder at what he wanted from her now.
"Speech"
