Silver Creek anyway

Quickly, Prowler, Fiona said, waiting for the bandit to catch up. She'd gotten distracted by something shiny again and Fiona had thought she might have lost her. We'll find a more populated area soon, I promise. Then you'll have a home base and you won't have to follow me around everywhere. Fiona was never sure if Prowler could really understand her or not, but talking to somebody other than herself seemed better. They'd been gone from the coven for several turns of the moon now, and the witch had seen a few clients here and there, but she sought something more steady for herself and her familiar.

She had heard this place to the north had plenty of wolves who would be interested in her services. It was rumored that this area was ripe with trauma and angst. Two things that—while unfortunate for those going through it—were rather the problems Fiona was good at solving. The witch always had been.