Witch's Marsh a chapter of the witch

The scout set back her ears at a mild, easy slant, though this was just as she knew it only without Uaine Gorsedd's title on her tongue. I don't know them by name yet--haven't asked, that didn't make me want to check in at the time, but I'll circle back eventually, she had been most thankful for her speed that day the instant the rabid wolf had looked her way. They claim a forest between the other side of this wetland's areas and smaller mountain east of the Sunspire's range, about straight shot at west from the Bypass. Jomyo referenced, even if it all might not be familiar to someone now well-drenched in this land's ins and outs, she offered anyway should it be useful later--better than nothing, right? She was only just getting herself acquainted.

But, oh, her head tilted a bit, otherwise she kept stoic about how heavy the golden wolf's next question came. Maybe that confirmed something for her. I am, she replied with a pointed look to wonder about the reputation she knew so far. Loyalty was always a loose term with the Eizokusei scout--strangely rigid when she benefited, but flexible when she needed the room to stretch her legs. But, no doubt dipped her answer, she was pretty content with her choice of winter grounds all things considered for her.