Otter Creek paint me as a villian

@Jester

After her encounter at the lake, Yew decided to travel beside it and let it take her to an unknown destination.
She hadn't passed by anything too interesting. The only thing of her concern was the faint smell of a pack and she could've swore blood was mingled within it. However she was a bit too far away from it and refused to go anywhere near. Perhaps she would go back, if intrigued enough, but for now Yew perfered not to worry about it.
So onwards she went, only stopping to drink water. Finally her legs screamed for her to stop and that she did.
Yew sat down. Unlike before she didn't let herself slip from reality but instead stayed alert. Her eyes trailed across the land. The air was crisp and more vegitation grew near the water. Mountains were closer than ever before. They seemed to tower before her.
The con artist took her eyes off them and constantly scanned her surroundings. A low growl escaped her maw everytime she picked up the sligtest of sounnds.