Haunted Wood Get off that rollercoaster

She walked in the shallows of a river, upstream. Following it downstream would merely lead her back to the lake, and while it was a beautiful place, she wished to explore these woods now. She had no name for the river, nor was she sure that it would lead very far. Never the less, she continued to travel up it, paws and forelimbs drenched as she continued her slow walk. Dragonflies hummed lazily along the river, their droning audible over the rush of the river. 

The girl, tired, pulled herself from the river and trot to a tree, a willow, branches creating a curtain around her as she settled near the trunk, watching through the branches the river as it flowed perpetually to the lake, sitting alert and half reclining on her side.

She was dangerously close to enemy territory; two different ones, actually. She was faintly aware of the pack south of the lake, though she knew nothing about them. Perhaps she would ask Cicero when she got back (if he wasn't high, that is), but for now she skirted past the Caldera, heading deeper into the Haunted Wood.

This forest was nothing compared to her Woods, so she walked through its depths proudly and without fear despite its onimous name. The witch walked until she crossed a river, stopping at its southern shore, shaking out her pelt. As she attempts to dry herself off, she noticed a form out of the corner of her eye. Once finished, she turned towards the figure, blinking at it curiously.