Witch's Marsh Relax, turn around and take my hand

The flirtatious wolf seemed to pause for a moment, she hated to think about her past, the one that held her awful mother. "Oh, no, I've traveled a rather long way..." The slightest hint of distain slipped from her tongue. She quickly realized her mind was lingering too far off course if she planned to keep this going. "But it paid off now that I get to be beside someone like you." She imitated a giggle, not offended by Israel's standoffish reaction to her pushing agaisnt her side, but that wouldn't keep her from trying again.

"Israel is such a lovely name," Emory cooed, whether she believed it or not was a mystery. "Where are you from?"