same tho
"I'm something of a travelling performer, and I love to listen as much as I can, too. In fact, I hope to gather many more songs and stories through my travels," she said, and ardent tone in her voice. She always had a hard time explaining the significance that story telling and song held to her. They were often considered the stuff of very young pups and the elderly, grey of muzzle and soft of fang. But that was exactly it... behind all of the fantastical details, they were a vessel to share things among wolves from different backgrounds, from generations otherwise forgotten, to ones who would forget those who walked and sang today, many seasons from now. "I don't get the chance to sing or tell stories as often since I left home, but I do get to hear ones I never would have otherwise, from time to time," she said, deciding to spare Clover from getting to much further into her life's philosophy at the moment.
Instead, the conversation turned to the plants that Clover sought, and Isomne listened intently as she described them. The plant sounded notable enough that she should be able to recognize it. "I'll keep an eye out," she nodded with a dutiful air, cracking a smile. As they went on, Clover told her something of the features of the surrounding lands, and Isomne tried to form a mental image of the realm. As she came to a close, Isomne shook her head, banishing visions of sun-warmed blackberries. It was her turn to share.
"The mountain pass is harsh and rugged, but there is a small lake tucked away up there that is a can't miss waypoint for travelers," Isomne thought back, to the last few months of traipsing through woodlands and foothills. "At the eastern flank of the mountain, there is a silent forest, full of mist and cut through by streams - a rather eerie place, but good enough fishing." As they walked, she scanned for blooms as the snowy woman had described, but so far she had yet to spot any. She went on. "Further east still the very hills themselves are red, and a forest sits just to their north with scarlet ferns carpeting its floor." She had not travelled further northeast or southeast, opting to try her luck in the west before winter closed in. "My birth pack lays many more days to the east, across rugged hinterlands," it was hard to keep a wistful note from her voice, for she was often homesick, but she gave Clover a smile. She was here now in a brand new place, meeting a new friend, so she couldn't be sad for long.