Bold and adventerous paws carry their bearer far and wide this day, to a land rather far away that was her home and the place she had been born. She does not return to the exact place- for having upon arrived at the border of it Isolde had found it vastly changed. As daring and exceptionally quick as her paws could move her, the knight did not think it best nor wise to venture into such a changed world. She had not laid her chocolate brown eyes ringed in their vivid teal upon any wolf within Asteraia, but there was a simple gut feeling she could not resist that told her to stay away.

She could have turned entirely around and gone to Taviora, but the faster solution had been Diveen. At last the pack of angels come into view, and the almost fully grown she wolf could give a sigh of relief at the sight of it. Here, she knew she would find something, and anything was better than nothing. When she drew near enough to the border, her sharp nose told her of how Diveen was no longer a land belonging to Isola, the Angel Queen- but perhaps a child or relative of hers? Isolde had never met the masculine scent she could find most prominent upon the border, but it did remind her of the Angel Queen. Long, long ago in a forgotten world, in a forgotten den with a forgotten family; Mother, Father, brothers and sisters- in that world her Father had come home from a visit to the Angels. Isola had been the Alpha then, and a friend to her family, and that made whatever family of hers friend as well.

It was simple, really, and with that notion set in mind her young muzzle is tossing upward to the sky and letting loose a call that reaches high for the heavens. It speaks to any that would listen, beckoning them as an old ally and friend for truly- as the last daughter of Iblis she means nothing but wellness for the Angels and their kin. After she is satisfied with the long length of her song, she allows the wind to carry her voice and to fade off, and it is just after she is through that two particular scents capture her attention. They are both suddenly very strong in her mind, and before even a moment could pass creme toed paws are jolting her lithe frame forward and head first into Diveen. She is racing for them, for they are who it is she has come home to find. She would not find her Mother or Father; but her siblings, yes. She would hopefully find every last one of them.

Voices come from up ahead, and her lean legs slow to a slow trot so that she doesn't simply burst in upon them. Instead, her steps are fluid and measured, for Isolde has gone through quite the transformation since leaving her home and family. Gone out and into the wild and the world she had, to seek those that would teach her and show her the different ways of the world. And she had learned so much from her teacher. Fighting styles and techniques, strategies and how to place her paws just right. How to stay silent and swift on ever changing and growing paws, and when and where to place each limb and how. It is with mature chocolate brown eyes, reminescent of her Father, that she watches carefully for the two siblings that would be her closest. At last she spies them, and cannot help but come to a complete stop. They have all grown, after all, and she is keen to study them quickly and thorughly. They are but larger versions of their former selves, truly, and her mostly red tail with it's various speckling of colour is wagging pleasantly behind her haunches.

An excited and happy bark leaves her slender jaws when she calls out to them. Her joy is all too obvious as she closes the distance and her body posture is friendly and welcoming. She comes close to them- close enough to touch each of their nose with her very own, but not too close to impede. They are siblings always and forever, yes, but Isolde has been gone for some time and does not wish to intrude if she is. She would accept however they felt toward her, because in her heart of hearts she was simply glad to be with them again, and to see them for her very own eyes. Warm chocolate brown eyes are glowing with love and care for the both of them, her Father and Mother both shining through in these moments; the teal Rhae gifted her is as bright as the ocean on a warm, sunny day. The almost grown girl is a perfect replica of Rhae and wonderfully splendid blend of Iblis. When she speaks, her voice is strong and confident; assuring and even in her youth with the tones of a loving and caring Mother. "My Viserys; my Aurai- how I have missed you both so."

There are in truth many more words to give them, but for now more nose touches and smile is what Isolde has to offer for her young and tired mind would simply wish to bask in the happiness of their little family reunion.