Swiftcurrent Creek Precious Metals

Arlene really seemed to want to help- but Miss could sense suspicion as well. Perhaps it would be easier to nip that in the bud, now, and have to share fewer words later. 

”I was hunting a witch for leaving a curse on our borders, and threatening one of our packmates. She has hurt others as well so it was determined she should be hunted down.” She sighed. ”She’d been backed into a hole when I found her. She said something….I don’t know what. But it made my heart stop.” 

She paused. 

”I fell down a hill, and my heart must’ve been restarted from the impact. Weeks later when I looked at a man who had helped her, it stopped again. Someone from another pack beat it back into life.” She said.

”It will stop a third time; I cannot go now to find the witch to beg a cure of her. Not unless-“ and her labradorite eyes shifted back to Arlene again.

”It is you, simply wearing a disguise.”