Blackwater Islands hey kids

the prophet woke before sunrise.  this was not unusual for her, though she would have liked to have had a more restful slumber.  she emerged from her den, stretched her legs and began to walk.  it was aimless at first before she found a winding pathway.  she was alone for some time before a shape appeared ahead.  the morning's first rays barely silhouetted the wolf, though from scent she surmised it was morgana.  

she loosed a small chuff to let the other woman know she was there.