Witch's Marsh Papyrus Impressum

So sorry for the wait! Life got in the way, but I will try to be quicker in my responses in the future.

By the time the stranger approached and addressed her, Sarah had finished her grooming session and appeared to admire her good work the same way ladies do at freshly varnished nails. While the beauty of her fingers and nails was not high on her list of priorities, she did think that the job was well and timely done. It would get colder later in the day and it would be so inconvenient to walk with frozen mud icicles poking at the tender skin between her fingers. 

Back to Awol, though this lengthy intro was meant to tell that she was in a good mood and did not mind the other's presence. "As well as someone in my situation can," she replied, looking the young, tall wolf up and down and thinking of him as one of the first people that could actually be useful to Ibis cause. She did not know, if he had any inclination to acquire a mercenary trade, but he already had some physical qualities that would make a good fit for the job. "I am Sarah, Ibis's aunt. What is your name?" she introduced herself.