Blackfeather Woods Must Be The Season Of The Witch

The Seer swiveled her ears at the distant sounds of disturbed underbrush, the caws of the corvids in the trees as if they were an alarm.

She felt curious, possessive still of the Woods despite having no bodies to back it up...
The Seer hmmed softly and made her way in a silent prowl towards the noise of something moving within the forests.
For all she knew at the moment, it was a deer or some other prey.

But after some travel, she noticed another wolf.

The Seer paused, watching from within the trees a few yards or so back from Ash Paw's form...
She would only watch for now, preferably unnoticed - as the Witch trailed the Druid from the shadows mere yards away.