Cedar Sweep .not_human

Grace set to her work carefully, ensuring she didn't break any roots that the plant needed to survive or any of the precious leaves she so sought out. The other woman was not far from her mind - her ears were flickering around, ready to pick up the slightest noise, and when the figure straightened out behind the stump Grace'd passed to get here, the russet girl's face turned to seek out friend or foe from where she sat. It was hard to see her from here, considering she only had one eye with full vision capacity, but it was good enough. The red fur on her spine raised in anxiety, and her golden gaze seemed to question if Charmaigne wanted to hurt her. Zaavier and the other Strath wolves were but a howl away should she need them - but for now there was no need to call to them.

Her gaze rested on the pale medley of the stranger for a good couple of seconds before Grace tentatively called out to her. Her singsong voice carried on the wind, and to her credit it only trembled a little. 

                    "C-Can I help you?"