Fox's Glade wasn't expecting that

Not quite WF, but she's friendly! :D

She backtracked to the Valley after the nasty encounter in the marsh, deciding that the Fates did not want her to head that way. They had sent a warning. Which way she was actually headed, though, Lakhesis had no idea — she relied purely on the whims of the Fates and the occasional blood ritual. Marks and scratches lined her forelimbs, both from blood-letting and from the sharp twigs and rocks. Her ribs continued to protrude further and further from underneath dirty, matte black fur.

Nevertheless, the witch was determined to complete what she and her sister had been sent here to do. Clotho was here in these lands. She had to be. Reincarnated. She would find her, and together they would then find Shego, and continue the Fates will.

Lakhesis stopped by a lazy stream to take a drink, only to catch onto the scent of another. Different. Tall ears perked, and her head rose to see a young cub by the river's edge only a few lengths away, her face seemingly a mixture of pain and concentration. It was then she noted the missing foreleg and, interested, the witch slunk forward, keeping her posture neutral to avoid frightening the child. It wasn't wolf, it's size and features indicating a different breed. Lakhesis sniffed again. Coyote. She inched closer, stopping and lowering herself to the ground as she peered at the small creature. "Small one," she said, meant as a greeting.