Swiftcurrent Creek Brushling oh brushling

Much like Chusi, the drama had gone right over her head. She was much too new to be privy to such inner workings not to mention her youth and the naivety that went hand in hand with it. 

It was with some apprehension that she set off to familiarize herself with the other members, for she was dreadfully anxious of not being liked - much like any girl her age. Still, the druid carried herself with as much confidence as she could muster - determined not to look like a weakling in front of her new pack mates. 

It was her luck - or perhaps misfortune given her fears - that within moments of setting out that she came across an unfamiliar face. The woman, a shade older than she was perhaps, was similar to the druid in appearance - dark and fine boned though her ochre eyes could not have been more different from Issy's pale orbs. 

"Hello," the girl chirped, her tail giving a single, hopeful wag. "I'm Issy; I'm new. How do you do?"