The Heartwood Stillness

She wasn't sure what she was expecting to find here.  It didn't seem likely to have prey.  Winter was bleak to start with and then it wasn't like there was much cover beyond dead trees.  She considered it a waypoint.  Just some stopover before she ended up somewhere more reasonable.

In fact, she was about to get going again before Treason was alerted to another here.  Curious.  Her head turned to look upon the fiery wolf.  Eyes of an unusual color, too.  If Treason was a superstitious sort, she'd maybe think the girl was fae, but Treason was Treason and thus all she figured was that they must have won the genetic lottery.  She was also totally ok with having a not hugely enthusiastic greeting.  She bobbed her head and moved to meet her part way with a confident and even stride.  

Part of being Treason was also not really talking a ton, so unsurprisingly she likely wasn't gonna be the first to speak unless really forced to it.