Witch's Marsh prettier and younger but not any better off

No sane creature did indeed. For Evanora was not sane in the slightest. The marsh was her place, she had grown accustomed to its muck and how to traverse it with ease and odd grace. Knowing every nook and cranny, every fallen log and hidden rock that would keep her from getting stuck in its grasp. 

And so when she came across the sight of someone trudging through her lands, she was curious enough to approach just enough to be seen and heard - but not hunted. The man awkwardly tried to cut through but having the idea to try and avoid the muck by keeping to the higher grounds. Unlike wolves who kept their lands with teeth and attacks, Evanora let the lands protect her instead and protect her it did - so she felt no desire to attack the wolf-man. 

What endues thou hither  wolf-man? She finally calls out to him, curious as to what he was doing here. Rarely did she ever have visitors so she was happy enough that maybe... someone was here for her?