Chimera Fields We're on our way

The erne had been traveling for months, by then. At six years old she was beginning to feel brittle in the colder season, but the warm weather suited her just fine. She was thinner than she would have liked, but that was what happened when one ranged inland. Moor was craving fish as well, and so when she caught the scent of it on the wind, she naturally drifted in that direction.

With the scent of fish was the scent of wolves. In particular, the milksweet scent of a fecund female. Something that drew her in just as naturally, as she had spent most of her life attending to pregnant she-wolves and their young.

The dark woman prowled through the underbrush at first, but as she drew closer to the water, there was not enough vegetation to hide her large frame. She rose from a hunter's crouch to reveal herself, leathery nose flaring as she took in the scents of the two strangers.

"Peace be," she said, addressing them both bit gazing at the female in particular. "Is this your water?"