skill: n/a

the earth rolls like thunder beneath her. isidora's eyes snap open to the thud thud thud sound of not one, but two sets of footsteps: one wolven, one not. adrenaline floods her body and she hurtles to her feet, exclaiming something unintelligible and preparing herself for an ambush —

only to be met with... a boy.

a boy, about her age, standing tall and proud before her. he's breathing hard, and the creator of the other footprints is nowhere to be found. he must've just been chasing prey. isidora lowers her bristled hackles, staring at him with wide, confused eyes.

sup? who does he think he is? and, now that she thinks about it, where the hell are they?

maybe he knows something she doesn't.

i was sleeping, she shakes dirt and flower petals out of her pelt. you seem like you might need some help with your stealth, hermano.