The Heartwood Everything, everything, everything.

When the chuffed breath of another sounds from close by, ahead of her chosen trail, Ciri pricked her dark ears forward. She was prompt to lift her bright eyes and look upon the creature who'd announced herself: a compact she-wolf made of ash and earthen shades, kissed faintly by warmer hues. Her gaze lingered a moment longer on the large scars that marked her features, and she wondered what sort of beast might've delivered such wounds.

She wondered if she'd deserved it.

Wordless, the swallow paused in her tracks; she was cautious, but a little relieved for the distraction that this encounter was sure to provide. "Hi," came her small greeting, voice wavering with hesitation.