Blackfeather Woods please don’t make me wait

There was a mixture of feelings which flowed through Dulce's body seeing the familiar face appear. The most prominent of these was relief; maybe if her companion was here when the enchantress arrived, any of her harsh words or criticisms would be diluted. Doubt it, Dulce thought to herself, wondering where her maker was anyway. Hello, Platita, she greeted, allowing herself to relax a smidge. 

I look for...a woman, she has a bad mouth. There was the assumption that only one of such wolves wandered this wood, so the chances of her companion knowing who she meant were high. Hopefully.