Hushed Willows sichripa

A pale woman at their borders. Reverie called first for @Boone, a long and low note without any true urgency to it. Then she went to meet her, tail swaying lazily at her hocks to convey that she meant no harm.

Hello, She called out softly, slow in her approach. The woman smelled of others; the sea. There was something forlorn in the air around her. This is um, Hearthwood. Are you alright? Do you... need help? Reverie cast a glance behind her, searching for others.