Cricket Creek Bog Now I'm a ghost, I call your name, you look right through me

Feyre smiled lightly as the woman spoke fondly of what must be one of her trades, or perhaps a family talent. As knowledge was supplied, she listened intently, for one day she might need to know a few herbs to help another fae, or even herself, in becoming a mother.

Nodding towards where she came, Feyre spoke fondly of her new home, "Yes, right over the territory there." Peering through the trees towards the Glade. "Although I am quite new, I already like it here." She smiled brightly, looking to the other wolf as if she knew exactly what Feyre felt. Her own tail thumped upon the ground twice before she fired off a question of her own, "Where is yours?..err..if you have a pack I mean." The girl was flustered, as she had not smeeling any other wolves on the fae.