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Isabella had simply nodded to Keshi when she spoke, still alert, scanning the trees for the stranger that she'd scented on the winds earlier. Her ears were high, pricked, and her tail held in a medium position.

A thin wolf came forwards, dusk incarnated, and Isabella relaxed. No hulking beast, just this... she wanted to say girl, but was that even the case? They didn't hold any distinctive traits of sexual dimorphism. A twinge of confusion struck the girl, but she wouldn't comment.

No, she smiled, answering the stranger. She looked back at Keshi for confirmation, but introduced herself anyhow. I'm Isabella, and this is my friend— Though she wouldn't introduce the sunflower without her permission. —Who are you?