Blackfeather Woods Must Be The Season Of The Witch

The Seer would make no alterations to her appearance as the Druid whirled with a small snarl.
She understood the surprise the other must feel, not having known she was being followed and such...

The explanation given was met with an acknowledging hum, and the offer given, met with an interested glitter of pastel eyes.

"I am The Seer. I seek to live here, and perhaps, potentially also build something with others of like mind."
The tone of her voice was indicative that the dark-furred Witch saw no offense in Ash Paw's presence or her harvesting of the herbs and mushrooms.
She would leave it at that, unless her fellow wolf expressed interest in wanting to know more about this vision for one reason or another.

The Seer would move to stand beside Ash Paw, though close - not close enough to brush furs or touch.