Witch's Marsh My mirror says I could use a break

I'll try and prioritize this a bit more for ya so we can sort if she wants to stick with them <3

Something was coming. It was easier to tell here, she noted, and to tell where. But her mind immediately noted that it would be harder to fight something in the swamp, even with that being the case - she'd be extremely limited both in where she could move and where she could run if things went south.

It was an instant thought, unnecessary probably because he almost immediately made a noise of greeting. Fennec raised her head and tilted it, listening for a moment, as if sizing him up without actually looking.

Hey. What brings you here, near my woods? If he was from a nearby pack, maybe he could start to spread the word. Until she knew, she'd lean into a bit of the mystery angle.