Sunset Valley these boots were made for walking

Keshi, a name easier for the woman to remember. She wouldn't want to embarrass herself further each time she tried to speak the gold-one's full name. Full first name, that is. She wondered what Keshi's true full name was, but felt it'd be odd to ask considering she hadn't offered it before. She nodded at their nickname-exchange.

I see, while she yearned for deer--the sitka deer specifically. Oh, how she missed home already--bird or rabbit would be enough to tie her over for a little while. That's alright. Both is good. Silently grateful for her new friends help, Isabella let a small smile creep upon her face, tail giving a small flick.

Though her intention was casual conversation, the pack scent on Keshi's pelt alongside the wording she used almost made Isabella feel that she was being recruited. I'm not sure, she said. It'd be beneficial, yes, but she wanted to ensure she wasn't being forced to commit to anything just yet. Maybe, just for a little while. But I'd like to keep moving eventually.

You are in a pack, yes? I smell it on you. How do you find it?