Shadow Mountain hunted down

Fiona still had not seen Prowler since she had come to the hollow, though her brief visit to their last meeting place had been assurance enough that her familiar was safe. The witch had rolled in the scent of the bandit and left tufts of her own fur behind so that the raccoon would know she was safe. It was no wonder she likely still smelled of the small creature.

Behind, footsteps made Fiona pause and turn around to see not Anselm, the woman, Etienne, or even Javalina approaching, but a stranger. As she neared, the witch noted that it was a woman. She tensed, knowing that this place was no good for women. Unless, of course, they enjoyed a game of cracking a case of an angry closeted man.

Yes? she said when the other was near enough. Chit-chat was not her specialty unless it involved a particularly interesting case. Recruiting was also not something she was planning on. The small group of disfunctional wolves living in the hollow was not a band one could call a pack.