Dragoncrest Cliffs holy fire, blessed waters

mireille shook her head, an emphatic gesture. "you don't be bot'erin' me, druid." she felt pleasure float through her, that the rivenwood wolf had come specifically for her.
on a whim she chose to push her shoulders into the tangle. "come on. i will take you to de meadow." if her mothers could come upon her now, mireille felt she could successfully explain away why she was letting strangers into the territory.
druid was not a stranger to her.