The Sunspire On a hillside, desolate

news of the scuffle at the border had traveled fast but largely did not stick between witchbaby's bright red ears -- chalking it up to wolf stuff the coygirl remained peacefully oblivious to the events of the day. the most pressing thing about it is that she missed something exciting and it is that which drives her to visit the borders, deciding she'll decide when she gets there if she feels like doing a sweep of the mountain she hasn't checked out yet.

spotting the figure of the stranger-girl her paws pick up pace, prancing closer as she announces herself with a boisterous chuff. "whatcha doin?" witchbaby asks, following the mud-marked movement but not understand it's purpose (even though she's right, it does look pretty).