Ravensblood Forest the inmates running the asylum

Isley wasn't exactly enthused by the concept of the strange male stepped closer to smell her. Her fangs were bared, a clear warning that she did not appreciate the proximity to her person. "We have done just fine." Isley said curtly, her tail swaying behind her for a moment not unlike an angry cat's would. 

"No - far from the sea. I do not know the name of the lands, they were past the mountains to the east." She explained. She had not stayed to get a name, never exchanged pleasantries. The male had claimed it was in the lands of his pack but it was not - there were no markers of being claimed, and the stream itself seemed isolated and abandoned were there ever a pack there at all.