Tender, teal-ringed brown eyes brightened at Viserys's concurrence of her story, and Isolde's peppered red banner gave a swish in the grass behind her. She nodded as her brother added their discussion of the sky and the nature of loneliness. The Queen's voice stole the girl's attention once more, and she turned her head just as her mother's dark nose was touched to her heart. Another few swishes of her tail sounded through the grass as she leaned forward to nuzzle, quite forcefully, into the side of her mother's face. Moments like these -- reveling in the love and companionship of her family -- were truly wonderful.
It was a strange thing, though, when the voice of another sounded from behind. Startled from her position at her mother's paws, the mottled red girl leaped to her feet and spun around the moment she heard the strange tone, and the wolf Isolde set her gaze upon was just foreign to her as the voice before it. Fur raising along her spine, the girl took an automatic step back into her mother's chest, staring at the small wolf which stood before the three of them. She gave a quick glance back toward Viserys, and her paws corrected her stance to place her a little more in front of him.
Funny thing that a child's mind was. As much as the girl had dreamed and thought of her father in the passing months, this face which looked back at her was... foreign. Isolde's eyes lingered on the scars across the wolf's muzzle and torn ear on his left and something threatened to stir inside her chest. There was a small feeling of intuition, but the girl did not understand why she should feel disarmed as she met the chocolate eyes of the male. His scent stirred the same vague sensation -- that she should not fear, that this was something she had been waiting for.
"Mom?" She was unsure what to make of the confusing concoction, and her voice, though void of fear and as strong as ever, asked for guidance. The Queen hadn't spoken a word or risen to meet this wolf on her paws, and that was another thing most unusual. Unlike her mother, she had no lasting memory or imprint bond with the wolf before them, but something primal -- something deep in her blood -- was telling her his presence was a good thing. She could make no sense of it.