Otatso Wetlands in the end the waves will discolor me.

Harlyn had not anticipated that her solitude would be interrupted, but nor had she given much consideration to such. When she heard a voice amongst the steady thrum of insect wings, the Druid turned to gaze out through the shifting air. She did not see the woman at first for her pelt was as dark as the night that encompassed them, but eventually she spotted the shade and uttered a low bark of greeting in reply.

The woman seemed to be no threat, and yet as Harlyn waited to see what was to unfold, she felt a chill run along her spine. Was this another of the gods' minions, sent to deliver more chaos and heartache? Harlyn grit her teeth at the thought and felt the bitterness and frustration fall upon her again. When would it be enough?