The Sentinels Your feet run wild

The dryad inclined her head, discreetly glancing over the woman who appeared. They were not unlike with their slender forms and pale coats. Glancing away, towards the ground subserviently, Tansea took on a submissive stance. No matter who this wolf might be, they were above her on the hierarchy of packs.

May I help you? Tansea nodded in response, not certain from the female's scent that she was high enough to actually accept the witch but she was a pack member at least.

"I seek to join your lot, if I am considered acceptible," Tansea finally spoke. "I can heal, though I don't possess one of those trades you all have in this land. Nevertheless I would be willing to work to earn one. Besides that I can hunt as well, fighting isn't my strong suit but in dire situations I could be considered another set of teeth," Tansea smiled slightly, offering her skills to this woman.