Verdant Basin season of the witch

For only a brief moment age old prejudices rose upon her, but Maiken quickly stuffed them down. Color was nothing more than that, color. It did not matter what pelage another wore. The she wolf was kissed in lily white, and red ears and nose made up her face mask.

Maiken offered a similar dip of her head, and then a quick shake of her own. No. I was out wondering today. Looking for somethings to shore up my larders and medicinal caches.

Her accent dancing thick and easy on her tongue. She gave one, two sweeps of her tail. And waited. She would offer her name if the other offered hers. Otherwise they could simply be two strangers passing in the meadows.