Shadewood One old man is enough

The naiad was not far from the glen where she'd offered game to the brute who shared their home. After departing from Kovertol's company she'd taken to the caches - checking them for rotten food. They were beginning to pile up nicely with stored game with the combined efforts of those Cry had begun to gather to his following. 

The wind shifted as she finished piling dirt back onto the cairn she'd opened, bringing with it the mingled scents of Cry and newcomer. With curiosity pricking her fluffy ears, the witch prowled through the woods in search. 

The golden piebald lady looked the true part of the wolf as Kai watched her sniff at one of Kovertol's prints with a white capped muzzle. The sea-found could only imagine what she must have looked like to the other - feral dreads, speckled coat, dye-stained in places, dirt clinging to her from the caches, cracked gaze, and a fisher upon her back. 

The witch chuffed softly to catch the woman's attention, tail wagging even as her ears lowered to her skull shyly.