Blackfeather Woods waiting on the edge of night

" What is this place?" came her voice then, watching the girl that had appeared before her. she had melted from the shadows as easily as an otter slipped out of a river, seamlessly and suddenly. but she betrayed no great alarm beside a flickering of her ears, a dip of her head in silent respect to the woman who made her home her. "If you could oblige me, I would be most grateful."  she said further, watching the girl carefully, interest most definitely peaked.