Two Rivers Isle it is worth being cold for that

It was then that a streak of flame appeared before her in the form of corporeal lupine. The druid turned her crown sharply in the direction of the unknown female, offering a gentle swaying of her curled tail over her rear. A question was posed, and it seemed to be one of good intention. Seafret drew her ears forward to stand tall on her skull. A smile passed along the dark inky lips of her features; it was knowing and soft, understanding in the most spiritual of ways.
 
“I am,” she answered in a soft tone. “Are you from nearby?” She drew herself somewhat closer to the fire-touched female, hoping that she would not need to call out. It was evident that she was new to the wilds. She did not know her way as well as those who had traversed the land a hundred times or more. Seafret hoped to familiarize herself, but she knew that it would take a great deal of time before she was known to the area.