The Sentinels Your feet run wild

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The witch weaved around a huge fallen tree, a sequioa of monstrous proportions. A whispering brush of her paws against the ground and the soft sounds of her breath the only noises to be heard in the near silent evening. Distantly she could hear the coo of a dove, the sounds of crickets chirping. It was a peaceful place, one that drew the young dryad like a moth to a flame. 

The wind shifted, bringing with it the scent of other wolves. An established group, a pack not far off. Tansea felt her ears raise upwards in curiousity, picking up her pace slightly to trot to the border with a careful stop outside it. Outstretching a slender neck, the diminutive woman sniffed the border in intrigue. A woman led this pack, or so the scent marking told her. 

Caution entered her slate eyes, Tansea scanning the peaceful forest for any sign of others. The Goddess must have drawn you for a reason, you feel the pull. You only have to be brave enough to take a chance. Feeling a stab of sudden courage, Tansea tipped her head back and howled. Rather, she tried to howl. The sound was more along the lines of a strangled yowling noise.

Settling down to wait, Tansea felt her brow furrow in anxiety. Please keep me safe from harm, my fate is in your hands Lord and Lady.