Two Rivers Isle the witches

"vut the feck"

The sound carried to the pale wraith as she stalked along the borders, causing her to immediately halt and perk her ears, which swiveled to catch another sound should there be one. Her pace became one of a fast paced lope, and she came upon the loner quickly, hanging back a moment as her eyes watched the loner approach, seemingly having no regard for the markings she had so diligently placed earlier that day. 

"Yesssshhhhhh"

Her brow furrowed as she watched the hag sink slowly into the river, prompting a moaning yes as she did so. Aeronwyn's muzzle furrowed, slightly disturbed, but stalked from the forest anyway, making her presence known as she chuffed loudly to gain the woman's attention. She swam halfway across the river with a few strong strides, feet finding purchase on a shallower sandbar as she looked at the crone. "What seek you by our borders?" she called, face pulled into it's neutral mask.