She blinked after a few moments, and slowly her shoulders rose and fell. Isala felt awkward now, with three sets of eyes on her. Truly, she would have felt just as awkward if only one person were staring at her like this. Her hands balled into fists momentarily, before her form seemed to relax. A hand rose and ran through her hand as she tried desperately to find something to break the silence, until she simply turned from them and made her way towards the door.

Before she headed out, she turned to look over her should at the three. "Arvaraad, I am going to get my things. When I return, I hope that we will be ready to get on the way. And once we are on the road, we will need to discuss things." She paused for a brief moment, then with a sly smirk and a knowing look towards Maas, she added, "Particularly about that dragon flying with the Darkspawn." Then, without a second look back, she headed out to gather her things. A pack with a few rations, clothes, and a knife was resting against a tree at the edge of Ostagar. Her staff gripped in her hand, she knelt to make sure everything was still there.

Her eyes turned upwards as she caught movement in the corner of her eye. A pack of wolves was eying her and her bag, likely having smelled the meat within. She slowly stood up, and let out a fearsome growl at the group. The largest of them stepped out of the Wilds and neared her, growling just as viciously. Rather than play little games with the beast, Isala rose a hand and let out a blast of lightning. The beast jolted as the electricity went through its body, and then it fell, smoking and slightly charred. The pack dispersed, howling in despair, while Isala chuckled. It was good being powerful.