Swiftcurrent Creek Find a place of joy

It was not a question but she nodded nonetheless, lips parting as if she longed to say something else to him in her mother tongue but her words were halted by the appearance of a slightly older female, as pale as Issy was dark. 

She was lovely, in the druid's opinion, though the calculating gaze that raked over her was anything but. Issy beamed at the woman regardless, offering a cheerful, "Hello," before turning her attention back to the male.

Her lips turned up at his quip, partially at the image of a horde of pups tearing into the fawn, and her head dipped slightly at the gratitude. 

"I'm Issy," the girl returned simply, her tail waving gently. "And I'm afraid I don't vanish too easy," her light words were serious beneath the surface. Swiftcurrent Creek seemed like the perfect place for her and she could feel the great spirit here, flowing in the streams.