Blackfeather Woods Must Be The Season Of The Witch

The Seer nodded once as Ash Paw asked if she read bones and futures.
"I do, yes." She confirmed quietly, prowling alongside the Druid as she picked up her pack and returned to sniffing.

"My vision is for Spiritualists. A safe place for those similar to myself in some way, those who believe in spirits, Gods, and perhaps in other things..." Her gaze briefly flitted to Ash Paw.
The woman had her pack's scent on her, so the Witch did not say more than this.
It was up to the Druid if she would guess to what ''other things'' Seer eluded to, but then again...

It was also up to The Seer if she would confirm it.

The Witch would lower her own nose and begin sniffing then, looking for...Peppermint, perhaps. 
Maybe Milkweed...
"What herbs do you lack at this time in Basilica?" She would muse to Ash Paw while sniffing through the underbrush.
It was a well-meaning inquiry, for she could not help if she knew not what to look for.