Haunted Wood no one likes a beggar slightly overdressed

Why she had traveled to the Teekon was unknown, even to her. She merely followed her heart. She had done this from a very young age, she remembered, often just wandering off into the unknown. Mother had told her she had even tried to walk on the waves as a pup. Luckily she didn't drown or anything, but it did cause some trouble in the pack. Some were saying she had tried to call the sea witch, as most of them believed she existed, while others were saying she was downright nuts. Those were some dark times for the stained ghost as only months later her mother got killed for birthing a waterwitch, a siren, and her father left.

Ondine looked around the wasteland, the muddy lands she now called home, and couldn't help but wonder what it had first looked like. It must have been a beautiful land once, seeing as how it basically had everything. It had a coast that was -surprisingly- not that badly smashed. It had many streams and bodies of water, high mountains and long stretches of land where perhaps once herds of elk roamed. And this was only the things she had seen. Just imagine how much more there was behind those mountains. The hope that, over a few months, all the green would grow back to reveal a paradise was the thing that kept her here.

The waterwitch froze when a dusty tall stranger came into sight. Was he the one humming, singing? She looked around but couldn't find any more souls that were roaming this part of the wasteland. Her ears had laid themselves flat against her skull. She didn't know if this was because meeting a shady stranger in an eerie wasteland was the cause of this, or the fact that he turned to face her. He was quite thin, but that wasn't a surprise. Finding prey here wasn't really possible or just very hard.

A deep voice made her tail twitch. It was a somewhat warm voice and the mere sound of someone else made shivers run down her spine. His pear/lemon like eyes studied her features, she could tell, felt his orbs lingering on her berry juice stained face. Mouth slightly open in aw, she watched him. As he talked, she noticed his chipped canine tooth, his tattered ear, but couldn't find any recent wounds. She chuckled lightly at his words. I am not hurt, no. She said, shaking her head, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. I must say though that you have a very... Fashionable appearance as well. She joked. Bi-colored eyes noticed his lighter brown pelt with various other colors accompanying it, much like the barren wasteland itself. How very interesting.