Otatso Wetlands Following the stream up north

When Hedda was not busy learning, cooking up new ways of spiritual travels or trying to uncover the cryptic messages her master told her, she would sometimes think about simple and less important things. Such as... the purpose of white wolves. Sure, they looked extraordinary and magnificent, but otherwise their beauty was their greatest disadvantage. If there was no snow, they could not hide efficiently. Like now.

The moment she caught sight of white form flashing briefly among the trees, she knew she had found her target. When it called out again (how foolish), Hedda stopped briefly, wondering, how stupid and desperate the wolf had to be, in order to literally invite the danger in. But then again... she sighed and rolled her eyes - most people were like this. You just had to accept that not all were gifted with such a clever and calculating mind as her.

She pressed onwards, until the white wolf was clear in sight, feeling an odd satisfaction in sensing her fear. Hedda's pace slowed, as she approached the lonely girl in a calm and confident manner. As if this place was the witch's home and she was coming to greet a trespasser in her garden.