Blackfeather Woods Must Be The Season Of The Witch

Seer watched as the oblivious wolf went along, plucking plants and shrooms and other things from the bushes and the forest floors, oh how The Seer was displeased in this moment-!

But logic and reason swirled in without warning...yes, these Woods had been uninhabited for who knows how long...her scent alone would not be enough to deter many.

So, The Seer would calm herself and eventually come closer to the Druid through the trees, eventually unmasking from the darkness just behind the visitor...

"Need any help?" She muttered, her voice was calm, eerily so, almost sounding absent, like half of her was elsewhere...
She would watch Ash Paw as she spoke, trying to appear as neutral, passive even, as her jagged edges and windswept, spiky fur would allow.