Wild Berry Meadow dread doctor

The soft tread can only be described as a plod, cream shoulders bowed beneath the cover of a caribou pelt as if weighed by stone. She could muster no energy to glance about her in admiration of the land's exotic beauty and thus misses him in passing by until he rasps a soft noise. 

Straightening in surprise, a single pale paw lifts not unlike a pointer hound, as the wisp turns towards him. 

For a moment, she cannot discern shadow from beast. 

He is night personified, shadow cursed into flesh by the doing of a crooked and bewitched crone. The storm looks something like the men of her homeland but even in her nightmares, Raikseiû was not of a size to compete with the wraith before her. Of all the men Teekon has proferred, he's among the most intimidating.

For a prolonged heartbeat, her mind stutters in fear and she remains transfixed in frozen suspension. 

Her manners come back and with a sense of chagrin, the bird's golden head ducks demurely - oceanic orbs trained carefully upon her paws as her ears fall to her crown. 

"T'is woman greets you," the gypsy lilted softly, head dipping slightly as she waited for permission to approach.