The Sentinels Your feet run wild

Since announcing her news to Aria the woman had spent her time near her den mostly in solitary meditation. She still was regularly attended by the dark druid, no doubt whispering to their children of the world and the way things would be. It was in this regard that Rowan was confident in her pregnancy, though in few other ways. She was getting stir crazy though, the cabin fever running through her and making her entire body itch. There was also the softest whisper of something else, something she couldn't name, and the woman had to pause to try and comprehend what she was hearing. 

It was just a soft sound on the breeze at first, a far off response to things she didn't understand. 

As she navigated the area she was caught by another peculiar sound, something she couldn't place for a whole other reason. It wasn't a howl, but it was strong enough, and Rowan cut through the lands to stand in front of the stranger who looked like she could have been her kin. The witch's head lifted proudly, grey eyes looking over the female. "May I help you?"