Jade Fern Grove i follow waves of the ocean of my womb

her dark ears twitched as the ferns rustled, and her chartreuse gaze moved to follow it. she was rewarded with the figure of a reddish wolf approaching — nearly the age of mahler, she guessed. before she could introduce herself, the she-wolf asked a question that promised magic if witch were to follow. and she was off amongst the ferns again, leaving the juvenile alone to catch up.

she knew it wasn't wise to blindly follow a stranger; druid's recent experience with the cougar had taught her that. but witch was easily swayed by the promise of magic, of story, of adventure. it was only fair that she had those journeys of her own, as her densisters did.

hey, wait! she called after a beat, leaping from her seated position to hurry after the she-wolf. she pushed herself to catch up, then matched the woman's stride. witch's eyes darted as she took in the changing scenery, but kept returning to the red-furred elder, curious and hungry. i'm witch, she offered a bit breathlessly. where are we going?