Verdant Basin chatterteeth

Fiona continued north, Prowler never too far behind. The familiar had wished so badly to stay at the shimmer creek, the shiny effects of the water so tempting to her little grabby paws, but Fiona insisted they continue onward. She had thought to follow the creek, but she strayed when she noticed the landscape sloping downward. At the bottom was a vast body of water, clear as she had ever seen. Fiona headed toward it, never wavering from her destination.

When she finally arrived at the shore, she scanned the area for anybody who might cause her trouble, then bent down for a drink. Soon, she would need to eat, as would Prowler. She had trained Prowler to feed only from her. The masked creature never took food from anyone but the witch, trained to avoid others whenever she saw them. "Up a tree!" Fiona would shout whenever somebody else came near. It had been safer in the coven, where killing another's familiar was a thing that would get you ejected from the safety of your fellow witches and warlocks, but this was strange new territory, and Fiona could trust no-one. Except for Prowler, of course.