Wapun Meadow Past and Present Storms

she does not get long to revel in her brother's company before the scent of something rich and alluring hits her nose. and what does it accompany but a girl, and a fine looking girl at that -- not so striking as some she's seen, but certainly nothin' to scoff at. and her scent! witchbaby's never smelled something like it before, and while it doesn't fill her with the instinctive magic it surely is enacting on her dear brother, it makes her heart race and her paw pads prickle. 

lips parting in a slow, lazy smile, the coy-girl drapes herself across her brother and fixes heavy-lidded pink eyes on the stranger. "hello, darlin'," she croons, "what brings y'out here in this gatherin' storm?"