Chimera Fields Until you step into the unknown, you don’t know what you’re made of

Blue eyes gleamed in the light of the setting sun as her bushy blonde tail swished behind her, the girl's ears twitching a top her head as she caught the male's mirthful snigger, which caused Isora to tilt her head some. Though a smile still grew across her lips when the stranger replied in greeting, the blonde wolf politely dipping her head when the other introduced himself as, Mato and Isora offered a friendly wag of her tail, ”Mato, it's a pleasure.” She said softly. The girl's blue eyes focusing on the silver wolf, quietly watching as he leant in somewhat to inhale her scent and instantly, without thinking, Isora mimicked the gesture, but with a light hearted giggle.

Gradually, her attention turned back to the lacerated ground as Mato's voice sounded, a blank expression crossing her face when he replied, stating that he didn't know, but went on to explain the possibilities of what could've happen to cause such damage to the terrain. Isora was silent, eyes peering to the land with an earnest stare, a soft sigh escaping her lips for a moment, till her light tanned ears arched forward, catching the sound of Mato's voice. She listened as he mentioned that there was an ache in the earth and slowly, Isora glanced over to the silver male with a curious gaze as he continued on. The young female licked her muzzle briefly, till the young man fell silent, the girl's soft voice sounding out, ”Oh, I guess that makes sense.” She said, tail swaying gently as she spoke once again, ”Are you a herbalist or something?” Isora questioned inquisitively, bright eyes observing him with a fascinated stare.