Whitebark Stream An exercise in futility

Rather than blindly obey a stranger - a male - who wanted to shout orders at wolves they didn't know, Isley was considering her options. She preferred to keep her hide intact and she didn't wasn't above using her speed to work to make it out. "Nothing," She spat out quickly - she'd clearly just been taking a drink when this moron started shouting at her. 

She was too close to the stream and although it wouldn't be too hard to get across it there was the potential she could slip or struggle and be slowed down. She felt confident that she could outrun the male, all she needed was to find a clear enough path to get her to the woods nearby. That was probably where Palisander was lurking, maybe focusing on catching them something to eat, she wasn't sure. As she flipped through her options she shifted her focus back to look at the male.