Ravensblood Forest the healing touch

When the man spoke of luck Isley gave a rueful smile, shoulder shrugging a bit even as the healer ignored any pains. "I like to make my own," She hummed out with a slight smile - although it was obvious she hadn't exactly done herself any favors at first with the massive male but she'd managed to get away. If not for Palisander it would have been a far harder break, but, they'd done it. For his question she gave a thoughtful pause, considering the options and if she truly thought that he was after her. "He did not pursue us." She said confidently. "We were far faster and did not cut a straight path." Of course he might have tried to follow them but he had spoke of giving her to someone, some Heda like that person might have had authority of her. Arturo. She tested his name in her mind, the lilt and weight of it, how it rolled about. She rather liked the name, in a way she liked her own. Simple, and yet not dull. 

"Your family?" She asked curiously, though she didn't directly smell a mate or the kiss of young upon his coat - she wasn't close enough to properly sample either. "Are there many of you, then, Arturo?" She asked, head lifted as she pondered just what this forest would one day be. She could see the benefits - the herbs that would grow there, the river for both hunting and for medical use. The sea to give them bounties aplenty. It would be a wise place to settle, nestled there with so many options. Isley was curious about what the male's intentions where. She might even have been inclined to follow him - could she prove useful to his claim.