Witch's Marsh inquire of the dead on behalf of the living

Amber cared little for the lands here, for so long as Spring was not scented on them, she didn't care. Finding her sister was number one on her list, no matter the place she occupied or whom she was with. Right now, her paws led her into a swamp, but at a sniff of the stale water it almost deterred her. Almost. Something drove her further forwards, and she assumed it was the pull of her sisters soul. The ebony queen strode forwards calmly, not for a moment wondering if she'd gone the wrong way. Eventually, she found herself sniffing at a scent, but it was not that of Spring. It was a strange woman, and with patience Amber soon learned that it belonged to that lithe red female, standing by the water. The raven-furred woman came to a halt as Hosannah turned to her, and settled her bold blue eyes on the priestess with warm curiosity.