Witch's Marsh Gypsy Caravan

She did not deny her feet their fancy. They led her where they wanted to go, and she followed as pleased as could be. Though she'd had an offer for a home, her heart had not wished to be tied down yet. The snow was delightful, of course, and the idea of living somewhere where she saw it often would make her happy. Still, her heart yearned for something else. So she continued, a viajera, a traveler. 

As she traveled it struck her that she could change her name entirely. She didn't need to be Quetzalli any longer. She could be whatever she wanted. She could name herself snow, or Viajera even. This idea, especially the part of naming herself Traveler, brought a grin to her face and a laugh forth from her chest, but it flew just as quickly from her mind as a bird slips from perch to perch. The idea was abandoned, for now, it had not taken.

She found the terrain changing under her feet, and watching with interest. How strange a place this was! So big, and so full of many different types of land. There was less snow here, though still snow of course. She could recognize a marsh when she came across one. They had those at home, at least. Winter made for more peaceful traveling, thankfully, the mosquitos were hibernating still and the ground was harder than it would have been in summer. She picked her way carefully through still, wary of places that might plunge her into freezing water.

From the corner of her eye she noted a den, a rather ominous looking den but a den all the same. Her legs were weary and the cold bit at her. Perhaps she should rest. She regarded the idea for a moment, mulling it over in her head as if waiting for some coin to land one side or the other. Finally it did, heads, she would take a rest here if she could.

She was only a short distance from the den when she noticed the pawprints in the snow, and she bent her head as she walked to sniff them. They smelled fresh, of a female wolf. She frowned, pausing in her steps and peering at the den. "Hola? Alguien ahí?" It was natural to attempt first in her native tongue, but after a moment, she thought it best to include english as well. So far she'd met one wolf, and they had spoken english. "Anyone inside? You have a visitor in the cold! I am Quetzalli, cuál es tu nombre? Who are you?"