Redsand Canyon Stomping Grounds young and Old

Fennec found the dug up cache first - one of hers, the meat she'd tucked away for use.  She sniffed at it, following her nose to where the stranger stayed.  Stealing from a witch - bad idea.  She wouldn't fight them, but she contemplated other ways to punish the intrusion.  Poison would have been smart, but the wolf had obviously already eaten.  Maybe she should trap her next find.

In the end she decided to ad-lib it.  Perhaps the wolf was superstitious, and if so, she'd do a number for them.  The signs could always point to an early grave or serious misfortune.

When she got close, Fennec stopped.  She didn't bother to try to find whoever it was and instead began listening carefully.  Making yourself at home, I see.  Wraith's tone, neutral and airy, as though she were speaking with an aquaintance she hadn't seen in a while