Moonspear strayed above the highway aisle

an introduction comes, she relaxes and shifts her stance back toward neutrality. "I am Isilme," comes her reply. the woman asks, perhaps rightly, what exactly she's doing down here. a fair enough question, she decides, and so answers, "I wanted to explore-meet more packmates." she eyes the woman once more; desdemona appears fearsome, a fighter, perhaps, or a hunter. "find a sparring partner, perhaps. I haven't practiced in a long time." she admits; since her conversation with Hydra it had been weighing on her.