Witch's Marsh haunt

A red wolf on the ridge.

Suzu’s eyes widened. Redtail Rise? She asked, surprised. Their leader, Avicus, could potentially be the one he spoke of, and her sense of direction had begun to betray her the moment they had headed inland. She glanced to Etienne; Redtail Rise was too close to their former home for comfort. 

The man offered more information, and Suzu began to fear him a bit less, now that he offered hopeful news. Would ‘e welcome an expecting Mot’er? She asked, and opened her mouth, as if to say more- but held her tongue. She would wait with stalled breath until she could finally ask more.