Dawnlark Plains i'm walking on the road like i'm alive

Ask and you shall receive, or so fate worked in her mind. After safely storing the fiery warrior among the willows with some weeds and a fresh meal, it was time for her to go exploring again. She was certain everyone would be safe under her watchful eye - Eilonwy would, for sure, remain in one spot till her high went down, and whoever else was settled there (because her narrator doesn't know who is and isn't there right now) she trusted enough not to start a ruckus.

On her way she went, fluttering about, when — in the distance, the fae spotted a trio of wolves. Jackpot, she thought, not recognizing them from so far away. Her dainty feet tripped and stuck into the snow every now and again on her way over there, but she looked as graceful as ever. as she approached with a wafting banner and her saccharine smile.

Then she got closer, and closer and... — and there was no way these wolves were who she thought they were. But it could be! If Orlaith was shut out of the pack, there would've been others - but what had brought them here? There was Fionn, Deidra and even Aoibh was present. She understood the sisters wanting to stay together, but why was Fionn traveling with two lovely ladies?

My goodness. She uttered softly, even if she had been recognized already.