Ravensblood Forest hello, it's me

The dawnlight peers through the branches as Ann watches the last of the stars disappear into that bright, bright abyss where she knows not where they go to rest their heads each day. Do they linger there, watching the wolves down on earth, or do they attend to their own celestial matters? For a moment, she wonders what it feels like to be a star.

A scent impedes on her quiet time alone, and Ann's head whips up in order to get hold of the smell. It is fresh and spicy, not unlike the herbs she keeps at home - her real home, not Donnelaith where she lies. On her face, there is nothing but a mask of calm though her ears are attentively up, and her eyes are bright. The scent is near - too near, in fact, and while the woman is displeased with this interruption, she does not show it. There is snuffling, and Ann thinks the entity is growing closer, so she lies in wait for it.

"Oh wolf of the forests green, why do you linger?" Andromeda hums breathily to the air, but she knows it will carry, knows that the stranger will hear her words and hopefully, she will see who it is this time.