Dragoncrest Cliffs let's get down to business to defeat the huns

Islena had been quiet and inconspicuous as of recently, which was the norm for her during her time with Drageda — but wasn’t exactly the norm for her, otherwise. Fiery and fiesty, Isleña kept these parts of her resigned to times and places where she felt comfortable enough to be true to who she was… that’s to say, rarely ever. There was a culture of the Drageda wolves that was difficult to penetrate. They didn’t seem to want others to penetrate it, either. Perhaps that wasn’t a fair assessment: all the wolves had been nothing but kind and accommodating to the illiterate bedouin, so she couldn’t really put a finger on this feeling. 

She moved around the territory, avoiding others and changing her location often. She didn’t exactly desire to be around anyone in particular, though she did enjoy Verx and Aure and Mallaidh whenever she came across them.  So, when she found her large, dark-furred lover, Isleña didn’t turn the other way and seek respite elsewhere. Instead, she approached him and greeted him with a smile, a wag of the tail, and a dip of the maw.