Alpine Lake amadeus

Fiona continued to meander around the area, keeping Prowler close when others were far away, and sending her out of sight whenever another wolf got too close. She could not risk her familiar being killed, something that would surely strip her of her innate abilities as a witch. Besides, Prowler was an asset in more than just enhancing her abilities. That bandit was good for plenty more, including grabbing things from hard-to-reach places. Just earlier today Fiona had sent her to fetch mistletoe high above in some branches.

But it wasn't Prowler that caught Fiona's attention now. No, it was a young man with a ring of red around his neck which—at first glance—Fiona had thought was some sort of injury. As she drew closer, she realized it was the color of his fur. It was a rather strange marking, and she wondered the meaning behind it. He was young, though not young enough that she could mold him into something of use. Still young enough to heckle, though.

Aren't you a little young to be out here all on your own? she asked, approaching with a calm demeanor.