Phoenix Maplewood conjure the wind and ease my mind

Desna looked at her bigger minion since she was bossing him around. Her hazel eyes turned from the den to the black wolf. "They gone," she stated and then looked around with a scowl on her face because she disliked that they would hide from her. She was still rather young so maybe she could fit in the den. She tried to stick her nose into it but she didn't came far. She got back, fur all ruffled.

"How do you get them out?," she asked with a visible pouty face. She wanted to catch a rabbit. She worked so hard for it.