Witch's Marsh jeena yahaan, marna yahaan

adi's head swiveled to take in the approaching woman, giving her a nod and smiling wryly as she spoke. nahin, you're not, he said, suppressing a chuckle, lest she think he was laughing at her and not with her, as he intended.

her fur was dark, her eyes fiery. she reminded him of easy, somewhat, save her physique was daintier, smaller.

but she was around easy's age, and it in turn made him uneasy; he tried to keep those feelings at bay as he shuffled his paws, keeping his footing.

what brings you through here? he asked, cocking his head.