Ravensblood Forest the seeds of promise

When Arturo approached her his question was gentle, one of concern, and Isley could even believe the sentiment from the male. Her posture had shifted, polite, receptive to her leader, with a shift of her head to lower in respect. "They are healing slowly but surely." She promised. Before she could elaborate there was another wolf who approached, this one with a sort of touch to Arturo that promised there was familiarity. The scrutiny in her gaze was not unnoticed and Isley stiffened, her head lifted in proudly - though not above Arturo's. There was a will in her that would not be stamped out. "The healer." She said with pride. "My name is Isley, and you are?" She had not been offered any other names so far and she did not fancy herself a seer. 

To learn about the other members of the family would come naturally and Isley was eager for the task of integrating herself into the pack. It would be an adjustment, one she was actually welcome of, to not view everyone as an enemy. Having potential allies would be a change she would embrace - at least once she knew who they were.