Haunted Wood pack your things up, honey

She was stopped before getting too far (read: anywhere at all). Out from the bushes emerged a woman, pale and injured from... something. Perhaps a scuffle or a skirmish. Or that very killing of the wolf the dark one had mentioned... she bristled at the thought, but tried then to reason, to rationalize. The other added insult to anxious injury in calling her girl, and the Endore visibly stiffened. Normally levelheaded, her nerves certainly had arrived to her head; Eshe was all sorts of bewildered and crazy. "Girl? I'd wager I've seen more moons than you," she harrumphed, ears pricked forward. There was no real telling of age, but scent was a bit of a hint. Exact age? She couldn't know, nor could she guess accurately. They were adults here... but if one insulted the other by way of age, did that not hint at insecurity of their own? Eshe played that card.

Spreading lies? Her ear twitched. "This is about my missing sister," she pressed. She needed this belief to be of the utmost importance, needed to eradicate her own minds potential lie before it blossomed into something far worse. "If you've nothing to hide, if you're not hiding her from me, would you let me in to see?" Her eyes gleamed sharply, her mind chaotic and hard to read.