Witch's Marsh a chapter of the witch

The golden wolf listened and nodded. Exploring the terrians one would always come to the unexpected, especially if the Pack one found, was not the nicest. As Uriel doesn't know many, the few Packs she met were neutral, more unpleasant, but she knew there was some that were more fiendish then them. Perhaps she should be grateful there wasn't a warlord in the area.

"Simple destiny," she could only say, "it was the first pleasant land I had encountered- I did not expect it to be so populated." Originally, the plot she wished to claim was Pheonix Maplewoods, the most beautiful area she had encountered. It was a home of dreams- yet it has a hunting ground to two packs, not just one. It was what originally let her to stay, "and the land grew on me."