Ravensblood Forest The whispered promise

Isley's spirits were lifting now that the Family was growing, was settling. She felt herself stilling some too, and while thoughts for the meadow they had left were few and far in between she found herself filled with less longing. She left the herbs to dry out, waiting for Palisander to finish his tasks and return to her. Not to their home - but to her. Possessive thoughts were dangerous ones, but they had taken root all the same.

When Palisander approached her tail gave a few wags, her body near curling towards him as he licked her cheek. She gave a little laugh as he asked about the rose, smirking. "And here I thought you an educated man,"  She teased, plucking at a little tangle in his fur. "This is called a rose, and they smell sweet." She said with a playful grin.