Wapun Meadow Lacrimosa

He did not seem to share her keen desire to hunt the witch- allowing her to starve seemed a ridiculous notion to Moss, and poison seemed to gentle a death. 

In the very least, she would deny the woman of sleep- keep her running on her feet, and no doubt her injury and starvation would catch up with her, and make it easier for Moss to do the same.

The direction was appreciated, though she would take it with a grain of salt; she found the man suspicious, still- she spared no stranger of her own paranoia and projections. 

So she gave him a nod. ”I will continue tracking her. Take care.” She said, and began to rove away.