Ravensblood Forest The whispered promise

Isley had found a small patch of roses and plucked the most striking. She'd nibbled the thorns off, carrying the yellow bloom towards the area shed been curled up in with @Palisander. Isley laid it down and started to arrange the herbs shed collected, wanting everything as nice and neat as it could be before Palisander  arrived. She was feeling better and was able to move easier now that she had mostly healed. She felt like the pack was on the cusp of something real and strong and she felt it thrumming like her pulse in her veins. 

Maybe everything could be real there, maybe things could work. She had to believe in it, she had to trust in it. There was no other way she'd ever survive it.