Ravensblood Forest the depths of depravity

Isley was aware of the youth shortly after she approached, though for a moment the child said nothing and just stared. She knew little of her history, a wayward sibling, a mother who did not know how to love, handed from caretaker to caretaker with little regard for anything permanent. Isley had a mother by contrast who had suffocated her within the confines of their tribe. She had felt overwhelmed. Now she was free, learning on her own, and coming to conclusions that Tiva had never dreamed of herself. 

"Hello," Isley offered finally, since the child seemed unlikely to say anything herself. She could smell another, but, she did not actively seek them out. If they chose to hide, so be it. Isley wasn't going to coddle them, she wasn't the type. Palisander, perhaps, but it was hard to say.