Blackwater Islands bleak

Why not? quick cameo unless addressed

oops, shadow posted! but still, feel free to ignore her XD

Since agreeing to it, Bridget had stayed in the den with Harka, doing her best to take care of the fever-ridden wolf. She'd requested supplies and received what they could find, administering them carefully in the same way she'd been providing both food and water. Whatever he could keep down.

There had not been a change yet, but Bridget was optimistic. She had to be, otherwise there would be little use in trying, right?

She was grooming the remnants of treatment from his pelt when The Listener came, someone following. Bridget recognized her immediately as the woman she'd met before and stood up, moving out of the way and towards the wall wordlessly so that the druid could use the space. It was pretty clear, from their conversation, that they were not here to see her.

Mou. What a weird name. The thought was automatic, but something told Bridget she should probably keep her mouth shut right now.