Otter Creek when you close your eyes

Strangely tired of the intrigue of the Blackfeather Woods, Potema struck out from the dark woods, venturing into the Wilds to assess the state of the land. She headed north, wincing as the darkness of her home blended into the bright lights of the outside world. Potema's eye squinted at the sunlight, and she blinked furiously until her eyes adjusted to the light. Wait..wait...Nope...still all dead. Potema huffed at the unnatural death all around her, frustrated that she had no power over this anomaly. She could do nothing to shape the future events but wait...and wait..

But the time for waiting might be shorter now; her sister had found plants growing once more near the creek, and the white witch figured that, when life would return to Teekon Wilds, it would return first to the shores of creeks and rivers and expand outwards from there. She headed the short distance towards the Otter Creek north of Blackfeather Woods, her single eye scanning the ground beneath her for any source of plant life.

It wasn't until she reached the banks that she found a small seedling sprouting near the shore. In its infancy, Potema couldn't identify the plant's species, but any sign of life was better than nothing. Satisfied for now, the witch bent her head to drink from the Creek, not pausing as she looked up to see an ashen wolf lapping at the water nearby. Her sapphire ocular kept locked on the male warily as she drank her fill, not breaking as she lifted her head up, water dripping from her maw. She licked her lips casually as she prepared to speak. Are you from around here?