Firefly Glen She turned her face up to the starlit sky,

(stealing this, because reasons) 

The pouring rain was ceasless. She wandered aimlessly, the spirits whispering constantly, coaxing, goading. 
They had given her a home beneath the ravens. But apparently there was more for the witch to do, and so she slipped across the mountains, and through a great valley, promising her Ravens she would return when the voices allowed her to rest. 
A fellow Shewolf, wandering aimlessly in the rain, pacing as though searching for something in the storm. 
She moved in her direction, head and tail lowered to indicate she wasn't a threat. 
"You look lost, dear. In need of assistance. In search of a purpose...a home..." Her emotionless black eyes seemed to stare through the shewolf, rather than at her.