Isla
babe, there's something so lonesome about you
Asta finally tears into the crow and Isla is there to patrol the area and make sure the rest of the birds have well and truly fled - which they absolutely have, given the presence of the two larger predators in their midst. Even so, she makes sure, hopping up onto a larger stone to survey the area and only returning to the butcher when she's convinced that the corvids won't be returning until after they are long gone, and probably even some time after that.
Isla knows what had happened out here in The Climb, of course - Asta had told her himself - but she doesn't pretend to know what it must be like for him to do this. The fear, the anxiety, the catharsis of killing one of the creatures that had tormented him; it's likely to be a mixed bag, and she moves to flop down on her side against one of the large slabs of stone, watching him quietly and stretching out, as if to invite him to come and sit or lay with her. As man or hound - either way.
Isla knows what had happened out here in The Climb, of course - Asta had told her himself - but she doesn't pretend to know what it must be like for him to do this. The fear, the anxiety, the catharsis of killing one of the creatures that had tormented him; it's likely to be a mixed bag, and she moves to flop down on her side against one of the large slabs of stone, watching him quietly and stretching out, as if to invite him to come and sit or lay with her. As man or hound - either way.
something so wholesome about you
