Blackfoot Forest To that stranger's door

she had taken to moving paralell to the mountains, and when the sun burned on their opposite side would she still and allow the image of their jagged peaks to burn into her gaze. she knew, somehow, that she must cross them, yet how she did not know. 

but such thoughts faded to the rear of her mind, when the subtle scent of sickness wafted from somewhere near, intertwined with wolfscent. the sylph paused in her step briefly, considering, before adjusting her path. the woman was found shortly thereafter; her trajectory cutting just behind the woman's own trial. remaining a short distance behind, head angled as to catch the woman in the fringes of her vision, she called out. "you are sick." soft, inquiring, testing the waters before she offered her assistance.