Blackfeather Woods Must Be The Season Of The Witch

The Seer offered a ghost of a smile as Ash Paw took some of the plant, splitting the harvested flora into two sects. 
She delicately pulled her share towards her, giving Ash Paw a dip of her muzzle in thanks. 

"I might come to Basilica in time, especially with winter on the horizon." She uttered, looking upon Ash Paw for her input on the matter. 
The other had said her pack was of an almost if not mirrored objective to her own, so she thought there might be little to lose from being there.

Her eerie stillness snaked and slithered around her, quietly asking if she could be wrong in this.