Stavanger Bay 8 dogs 8 banjos (Optional Packtivity)

totally meant to add her earlier but forgot that she was tagged!

Tansea was nervous as she left behind the gargantuan trees of Donnelaith, trading the forest for the sea as she was called. The witch did not recognize the voice but it had called for her and surely, if this unknown pack wished any harm on her, Donnelaith would avenge her. She might not be very important to the pack but it was the principle of the thing.

Such group gatherings were not the dryad's cup of tea, large numbers unnerved her. The group before her was not extremely large, two women and two men along with a child. The women were both slender, the brown agouti smaller than the silver. The two men were both dark though one was taller and skinnier, not  ugly like the squat one. 

Tansea padded to the group, catching the words of the agouti woman as she got closer. Tansea chose to sit near the taller of the dark men, it seemed as if he was of the same quiet strain. 

The witch chose not to speak, assuming that agouti spoke of their pack and not Donnelaith. She was still uncertain why Donnelaith had been called, waiting tensely for any of her pack members to show up.