Northstar Vale A surrender, white flags draped

Wandering the vale to familiarize herself with her home, Isadora trotted to and fro through the dew-covered grass and watched as the trees changed from vivid green to something more frighteningly beautiful. It was her first autumn after all. It almost looked like the trees took on similar shades as a setting sun - if she had seen fire, she probably would have been a lot more scared of the changing leaves than to think of them as the setting sun and not of fire burning down their home.

Ignorance was bliss. 

Speaking of ignorance. A woman caught her sight, someone who just sauntered into the vale (I'm assuming from your post that Celara was away for a while and that Isa might not recognize her right away!) as if she belonged here. It wasn't a face that Isadora was familiar with. With her little stub of a tail rotated skyward, a proud posture, she came right up to the woman with a smile and a playful but tall posture. 

Hey, who are you? This stranger could have been dangerous for all she knew, the scent of the vale was not as strong as those she knew belonged here and yet Isadora came with a wag of her bum thinking this woman would be willing to play.