When Palisander approached her Isley did not flinch or stiffen. This was a huge improvement for the female, her entire world shifting towards something closer to appropriate behavior though she still had a long way to go. She'd at least stopped thinking he had something out for her, that his presence was equally suspicious. She regarded him for a moment as he spoke, frowning at his words. It was so soon! Perhaps he was hoping to claim something, someone, make a name for himself and do so long before the weather turned colder. She had, perhaps foolishly, begun to think that they had longer and things were going to last a little longer in this idealistic world. 

"Where are you going?" She asked and made her best efforts at keeping her voice level. She wouldn't miss him, she thought herself, and she wouldn't care if he was gone. Yet there was part of her that knew this was wrong; she would notice his absence. She was a little disappointed by the facts but she couldn't deter the male - and she was suprised to find herself even considering making the attempt. 

North was away from their Meadow. Instantly she stiffened, realizing that she'd said - their - and not her. He was going to leave her Meadow and then whatever sort of peace they had reached would not last anymore. He touched her gently and Isley made a soft sound, sighing at the notion. "You would take me far from here, then? " She asked - considering that he couldn't very well promise that they'd be close enough that she could see her plants. 

"The only way I would leave is if you promise we will return to visit." Isley offered her condition, turning her emerald gaze to him. Was it a promise that they would stay together? Not necessarily - but it was a start. 

Isley watched him, the slightest bemused smile growing on her face at his excitement level. He seemed pleased with the process and the thought, and while Isley was reluctant to leave the meadow and it's beauty she knew she would soon have to seek a shelter. She couldn't live out her days alone - she was small, she wouldn't do well through the winter. "I think you miss my point." She said, a more quiet offering. "I am not saying no place will be better than this." As she had seen beauty before, she would find beauty again. 

"But this meadow is special to me. I would not want to leave it forever, not unless I leave these lands entirely." She said. It was something perhaps nostalgic in her but the truth was the girl was a bit naive in the sense of how quickly she could imprint on somewhere she was drawn to. Was she drawn to Palisander? She was curious about him but did not know how far that went. It was impossible to guess.

Palisander seemed to understand the importance to her, finally, and she relaxed. She leveled him with her emerald gaze - looking so intently at him it might have seemed to seek into his very soul. "Perhaps," She teased with a coy smile - more flirtatious than she had been previously with him, but, she was feeling generous. "Or perhaps you are so hopeful for my affections." She said with a small smile. 

Isley tore her gaze from him, looking across the expanse of flowers to more distant lands. "The pack here has fallen, they were unworthy." It was the natural conclusion for her and it made the most sense. Why else would they abandon the lands? "How quickly are you wanting to move along?" Without a doubt he would most likely want to get going if they were aiming to find a pack. They might go for quite a while, who knew?

Isley gave a soft laugh, shaking her head. "I do not know if you'll find anyone quite like me." Isley warned with a teasing smile, looking Palisander over. Could she see herself saddled with him, rearing their young? No - she couldn't - but that was because she didn't see herself the type to properly settle down at all. Maybe would some luck and effort Palisander might change that in her but there were no promises. "We can go soon, then." Isley offered. The sooner they set out the quicker they might find another area she could make peace with and with any luck a pack the two might compromise and come to like together. 

Isley couldn't promise that she would ever be truly happy in a pack's border - but - she could try. Maybe she did care some for Palisander, given that she was willing to even make the attempt for his sake. "Come," She leaned over to nudge him before she stood to move towards the Rosings former claim. "We should catch something for dinner."

Would she be outright in her affections? It wasn't her style. She had never seen an example of a healthy relationship and to suggest she might have one herself was preposterous. Instead, she could flirt from time to time, string the male further into her clutches, and it would be enough. Isley batted her eyes for a moment, smiling sweetly at the male. He nudged her and leapt to his feet, moving back towards the woods quickly. 

Isley smirked, for a moment actually admiring the view. Then the redhead took off like a wildfire - her gait quick as she overtook the male and ran further into the woods to hint down a meal for them. Who knew where they were going to end up, there were plenty of places to explore. 

They were rather easily matched, her speed met by his longer strides and it left them on par with one another. Isley glanced over her shoulder just before he found her side and offered him a little grin at his interest in hunting something bigger - well. She was tired of racoons and foxes and hares, perhaps a deer would be good for them. The protein certainly would be welcome before their trek to another land. 

"Shall we track a deer?" Isley asked, curious of his intentions and if he thought that was going to provide more for them. Maybe they could take the hide with them, use it as a little marker for their land as they shifted through the terrain. Others might not recognize it, but, it would provide an easy home base for them. 

The small Kali was used to hunting smaller game. Tracking things she could handle alone, things that would not be able to withstand her petite frame. A deer was usually off her menu unless she had a companion. It was almost exciting considering taking down something bigger, something that was rich and would sustain them for longer. "Good," it was nearly a coo as Palisander found tracks for them to follow. She returned to his side, joining him in his hunt. 

Isley had a keen nose, it helped her in her hunt of herbs, and she was quick to latch onto the trail. With any luck it would be a deer just the proper size for them - nothing to waste and nothing they would feel too gluttonous for consuming. "It has been a  long time since I had a proper hunt with someone." Isley hummed out, her tail lashing behind her. 

It barely took any time before they had tracked down a proper kill. Isley saw Palisander stop and slowly approached him, nose brushing his shoulder briefly as she peered through the foliage to meet his mark. "I can drive her forward." Isley murmured softly. She kept her voice low, already thinking of what she could do to build the deer right into their trap; guiding it without ever touching it until the right time. 

She was fast on her feet and she could make sure that she could drive things forward and make it work as quickly as possible. They could spend the day resting, letting their bodies take advantage of the fuel it gave them, and then they could leave. It would all work out perfectly if the male agreed with the plan - already she was mapping it all out. 

Palisander let her set the plan alight and Isley smiled, feeling settled by his choice to listen to her. He said he'd focus on the take down and a little thrill rose up in her. The chase, she could drive that and get going and the deer would succumb. She nodded and waited as he wove his way back around and she paid attention to see where he'd settled himself to wait. He blended in far better with the foliage than she did and so Isley had to be more careful.

She crept as she moved, motions slow and methodical, protecting their efforts and likelihood of catching a meal. When she'd made her way around the doe she took a few careful breaths, making sure there was no one else coming along. It was just them - they were alone and this was theirs. Isley surged forward, snapping her jaws with a snarl to get the doe moving. She'd planned the moment just right, the doe flying into motion and right towards Palisander. 

Isley was fleet of foot and used it to her advantage, dancing between sides to keep directing the doe right where she wanted her to be. She was feeling good - like they were going to be successful already. 

There was a sort of thrill that came with such actions, of hunting and killing, of taking a life just as she tended to heal them. Isley watched Palisander as he threw himself onto the deer, bracing himself and locking on for the kill. Isley wasn't too far behind him, launching at the doe from the other side to keep it off balanced and make it easier for the pair to take down. She sank her teeth into it's flank, tugging against the doe and when she felt it finally sag she licked the blood from her jaws. 

Palisander took the opportunity to start at the stomach and was quick to take on the organs. He seemed to realize and made enough room for Isley to enjoy them too, the smaller female quickly beginning to eat. They would need a great deal to sustain themselves, after all, and it would be perfect for them to get started with such a meal secured. 

She ate her fill, watching Palisander from the corner of her eye as he came down upon the earth after getting his fill. She was slower as she ate, taking her time so that she was not entirely stuffed and nauseated. When she finally pulled herself from the deer she came to rest upon the ground near him, feet almost touching his. "Hm?" She hadn't quite heard him, but, he grinned at her and her eyes narrowed a bit in question until she realized that he was looking her over and had settled upon her jaw. 

"Do you dare?" She asked with a slight curve to her lips, grinning at him. She wondered if he would actually seek to touch her, if he was brave enough to do so.