Blackfeather Woods Witch Species

Kendra looked at the other with a curious expression when he spoke about the dye. It was weird to listen to him. She was used to her father's deep tones, and well Pietro's more squeaky ones. But these bat's tones were so high. Her young ears could understand it more or less. Hopefully she would learn to listen to his squeaks. But she did hear about dye and the word help. Kendra was pleased to make a new friend and instantly followed the bat. She wasn't resting on sight. She was listening to his wings fluttering. 

She followed him and ended up at the chamber where she played with the dye. A soft gasp left her. "Yes I know! I played with the dye here!!" Her red paw prints on the stone ground were proof of that. Plus her coat was still red. "You know how to make the dye? Teach me! Teach me please!," she let out excitedly. Her tail was starting to wag. She was always a curious pup, and having this bat teach her things she was more than eager to learn.