The Heartwood Running down the halls

A chill ran through her body as she moved through the fire-scorched forest. She usually tried to avoid this place since it was kind of eerie and always gave her the chills, but she ventured here today in search of herbs. She thought she might make a stop here just to see if anything had pushed through the barren earth stronger and more resilient. 

She found nothing, though, and was about to begin her return trip to the mountains she now called home, but her attention was drawn to a stranger.  She moved towards the cream and red female, noting that she smelled of pack. The scent was vaguely familiar, but she couldn't quite place it. She released a chuff when close enough before coming to a stop to ensure the other woman could leave if she didn't wish to have company.