Sleepy Fox Hollow Just long enough to overthink.

so long as she goes unnoticed, you can skip me! i'll pop in here and there to shove in some reactions, but definitely don't wait on me. :)

She didn't consciously track anybody down, but she was a social creature like the rest of her species, and Fiona soon found herself drifting toward where her two packmates gathered around the girl with the head trauma. Fiona had paid her no mind, thinking she was a bad investment. It still did not make any sense for Anselm to take her in. At least she—Fiona—was an able-bodied wolf who could add to their caches rather than drain them. Sure, Etienne might be hunting for her, but that meant he was doing less hunting for himself and the pack. Fiona was immensely curious about the whole thing.

The witch hung back, ears pricked forward as she hunched low behind a bush. She sat there, quiet as she eavesdropped on their conversation. She picked up right when Etienne explained he did not know if the girl would recover.