Wapun Meadow daughter of gaea

The moon rose swiftly and beneath it Isley stood. She watched the moon's silver rays bounce across the meadow and her heart felt full; it felt free. No matter what choices she made she did not know if she would be happy with the life that @Palisander suggested. To be a pack wolf - to put her faith in them. Hadn't the closest pack to her oasis fallen? Where were they - and what had caused their demise? 

There was a worry in the red wolf, and if she knew any better it would tell her that others would come. More wolves to claim lands near the ones she loved, more wolves to trample and maim the flowers and herbs that grew so securely. Could she stand that? Would she have a choice? She was tiny - but she was not frail. She could never be called such a thing.