The Sunspire froot

it's not long for her wandering to turn up something -- or someone more specifically -- who greets her with a friendly chuff. wb returns it with a grin and a lazy wag of the tail, recognizing her from ... well, around an' all of that, though she doesn't yet know the pretty woman's name. 

"heya," the scarlet witch greets, her usual cheer but not flirty (it ain't been working out for her lately -- she'll just have to let her natural charms win folks out), "settlin' in?"