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

She named herself a wanderer, someone who possibly did not care to stay put. Israel understood the idea, and she now explained this to her acquaintance. "I was a pack wolf once before wanderlust found me. But..." her gaze became empty, her mind far off, thinking of her sisters and her parents who were so far from her. 

"I thought I might find a pack soon. It's getting colder, and I am hungry almost all the time." her blue eyes wandered again, straying over the smooth curves and shapes of Emory's beautiful physique. "It doesn't seem as though you have that problem. You look... Very good." Her smoky tail waved behind her.