Blackfoot Forest The kingdom has fallen, the woods are silent.

Isley would have been a fool to not notice the wolves so close to her beloved little Meadow. Rosings was not a name that she had been familiar with nor had she ever crossed their borders - she was pleased as she had told @Palisander in her desire to be her own woman for awhile. Still, she was protective of the Meadow and it's beautiful flowers. If someone came to trample them she would have raged a storm far larger than her tiny body. 

When she no longer heard the comings and goings of the pack she became curious, investigating the fading trail that only days ago had seemed stronger. She caught the scent of a male but did not call out - she preferred instead to gain information before she acted. She could not let herself get swept up the way she had in Palisanders gaze, it would be foolish, and she refused to be that way.

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