Witch's Marsh No sleeping now

She zoned out a bit, simply relaxing and enjoying the sounds of spring around her (and ignoring the musty smell emanating from the nearby swamp). Her eyes even drifted shut, though she remained upright. When she heard a shuffling, they snapped open to see Gavriel suddenly alert. She followed the direction of his gaze and prickled instinctively at the sight of the young white wolf approaching.

Wildfire swallowed, wetting her lips with her tongue as she swept onto her feet. Gavriel's here, she reminded herself, though every single muscle in her lithe body was still tense. What did this stranger want with them? There was only one way to find out: ask.

"Can we help you?" she asked, her tone neutral right along with her posture. Her lips twitched faintly when she felt Gavriel sidle closer.