Moonspear I will go down with this ship

it is only when she finds the woman that Isilme is sharply reminded that she is without a plan. she stops, stiffly, when she is noticed; the woman's quiver does not go unnoticed. gaze finds too whatever is slung over her shoulders—otter? rabbit? she is odd, but this does not diffuse her anger. 

sharp inhale, and she abruptly sits in an attempt to curb her desire to flat out attack the woman merely for her connection to Aure. practicality still has a say, and it warns quietly that this is a packmate, and not her mother. "why'd she bring you here?" she deadpans, itching to move, to do something, but ultimately remaining planted.