Isabella stood watching from afar at the little community of beasts that have seemed to make themselves a home in the field. One of her little black cats standing next to her. In the light of the sky and the shade of the trees the only things that would be visible from the outside would be her striking white eyes. She leaned against a tree pondering if it would be wise for her to make an appearance. After all to the human eye she did look human but, in past experience, that idea has proven to be less than successful.
A black raven soared ahead and landed on the branch above Isabellas head. "hmm..." She sighed lightly. "You will do perfectly." Isabellas voice was not high pitched nor angelic. It was a little more deep, but still feminine, with a little rasp to it. Showing a hint of her age in it. She had sent the raven to soar over the field to inspect and determine if it would be safe for her to travel out of the shadows.