for @Toklo <3
you make a fine shrine in me
Something inside Isla had become a yawning chasm. Something beneath the surface shifted and had been pulled taut with a force greater than her own.
Isla had come to expect her life to be in a constant state of change. Yet this one had left her all the more bitter. Still she stirred awake at sunset and set out for the borders of the Falls. She had hopes that with peace restored among the pack (now that those of the Cove had departed) she might not be bothered for the evening.
It was why she picked up her pace. A walk into a trot that fed into a run. The cool air rustled through her black and grey furs. It all served to rile her up further instead of release steam.
She weaved through trees in a sprint, unprepared for anything that might cross her.