Haunted Wood Seek strength.... the rest shall follow.

Her approach is slow — she had been lingering awhile near the whelping den, watching the four that seemed to go so often unattended. She was of half a mind to search for the woman; it seemed she shared her father’s soft spot. 

Memory, therefore, had beaten her to the call’s source. A woman, fit enough, a cursory glance proves. “Stand down.” ​She commands bluntly, though what he had offered is interesting enough to warrant another glance at the woman, and spark her curiosity regarding her once mentor. A glance, a slight can’t of her muzzle, asks then what the woman wants. A mere messenger, or something more?