Shadewood I'm gonna run this nothing town.

Winter came again; it as as if the descending chill summoned the flame back to the forest, but she did not drift too far east until after the melt. The scent of wolf was persistent here — stronger than the last visit — and it intrigued her, so she lingered.
She continued to lurk in the dark of the wood for some days. It took some time before she felt comfortable enough to make herself known, and crossed through thicket after thicket until the stench of the claim was all around her; there, the ember lingered in wait. There was a fresh stain seeping through the trunk of a tree — she inspected this in silence too, and did not breach the invisible line that it represented.
The woman did not call out for any reason, but kept her wits about her. For such a fresh mark meant someone was lurking near, and it would be a waste of her energy to call to them. Let them come to her, she thinks; let them be tested.