Cool and arid weather
About 69 degrees Fahrenheit
Isen's eyes steadied as she hunted her prey, her ears perked up to attention. She listened as she heard mice scuttle around the forest floor. She'd need something bigger then that. Voles made loud noises, the: Thud, thud, thud of they're footsteps heard for a while around. Her eyes closing in on they're source. She'd never been the best at hunting, but she'd survived two years without her parents. Without a pack so she couldn't have been all that bad. She went into her hunters crouch, her tail levitating behind her, no higher then her spine. Her eyes keened in, her pawsteps light as she approached her target. As a lone wolf, food was between life and death, this she knew.
The winds howled around her, making the volant leaves and trees rustle in the distance. She leapt at her prey, but as she sprang the voles heard her, diving for cover. She missed one by lass then a step. She growled at her incompetence. She listened again, wondering if she'd ever again find a pack. Her last pack had been great... until it happened. The leaders slaughtered, the remaining pup of the litter kicked out of the pack. She'd left as the aunt had risen to power. It broke her heart to find nothing left to aim for. She was indeed Ashanti's older sister. She was in search for her. When she became a full adult she had gone to search. But the trail had been washed away. Leaving nothing left but an instinct to find her.
She wandered the dangerous thicket alone. Unsure if she'd have to fight to the death tonight. Stars shot across the night sky as she looked up. It was a sign, from Aranna. It was her mother. She was close. She could feel it. "Speech goes between these."