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

Oh, I'll make sure of it. I am a witch. She replied offhand. He was still avoiding her question, by her estimation, and she decided to just go in for it. Strangers were a ton of fun for her. Lasting impressions didn't matter one bit when a wolf was as likely to disappear forever as they were to stick around.

I'll just have to guess why you are here then. You're looking to make something. You just don't know what yet. —tarot: the emperor—

Fennec wasn't entirely sure why that guess popped to the forefront when there were a ton of other (more interesting) directions she could have taken it, but it made sense. He seemed like a wolf who knew his business, from the tone of his voice, and to find him without a pack already was surprising. Fuck. He's respectable. I want him. What the shit is happening? It was rubbing off on her.

My pack is south of here, in the Emberwood. We're looking for members. You can avoid us if you want, but I'd prefer it if you didn't. Where's the fun in that?