Two Rivers Isle it is worth being cold for that

She looked enough like Niamh in coloration that she could feel her stomach twist into knots.  Her own tail waved amiably behind her, and she met the gentle confidence of the queer looking woman with a nervous quirk of her lip.

I am, she echoed, leaning so she could gesture with her paw, from out that way, on the Plateau.  She scented the stranger the best she could as the breeze blew her direction, and from what she could tell the druid was alone.

I'm Ceara.