Taking a deep breath, she closes her eyes and nods, opening them again as she looks at them all in turn, her gaze resting back on Atticus. "I've come to terms with death a long time ago." She says a little grimly. As if on cue, the albino wolf plummets from the sky and lays next to Isabel. Standing, he pops his back and looks around.
"I missed the fun all ready?" He pouts, lowering his ears. The albino was enough to relieve some of the tension that hung in the air, providing a little comical relief.
"Isabel, explain to him on the way." She says, nodding to the female feline. "I hope to see you all again, but if it doesn't work out, then we tried our best." She says solemnly. "We must get moving." She says to Atticus and Zephyr.