Shadewood ivy is taking over your sideboard

this wasn't her lake by any measure, but the forest would keep the rain from bothering her—and the wolf-scent was what really piqued her interest, drawing zharille through the pines until the wind shifted out of her favor. she lingered there a moment, waiting and watching, and when the air did not bring any further clues she decided to go on a head.
she had nothing to fear of this wilderness.
the sound of a beastly growl made her freeze up again; it came from further among the pines, and as she hunted for it, the scent of fresh water became prevalent, something which brought greatwater to mind. she kept herself alert as she prowled through the dark.