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

Again, Emory paused. Reliving her time in Sawtooth Ridge all in one second, before turning back to Israel and giving a false smile. "Once. I'm more a wanderer." She exclaimed, not delving into much more detail. "I don't smell any other wolves on you," it gave her thw chance to lean in, her nose touching agaisnt the others neck, before backing away. "Unless I'm mistaken?" The coffee colored fae noticed her acquantince shiver, forcing her to tilt her head to the right, not yet allowing herself to sit, but insead stand while facing her.

"Why is someone like you wandering about alone?" She asked, acting as though she was actually concerned for her safety in the winter.