Cedar Sweep she wore her scars as best attire

Dwin had made a little detour in order to find her old hag-friend's witchy hut, but realized too late that she had never actually been to the place and knew only very vague descriptions and directions. Therefore no wonder that she missed the Sun Mote copse and went right past it far deeper in the Tuktu hinterlands than she had anticipated. By the time she realized that she was already hopelessly lost, she had arrived at a riverbank and decided to sit down and plan her next move. 

Trees all looked the same to her and a recent rainfall had washed her scent trails away, therefore she was not really sure, which way she would have to turn to go back to the coast. The only hope now was to wait and see, if anyone else appeared. If not - then she would have to ponder about spending the rest of her life in this isolated place all on her own, going slowly crazy and talking to trees, rocks and other species. While this prospect was not too horrible, Dwin had planned to have her "crazy-old-person" stage of life at a later time. 

Then - as if on cue - a familiar shape and form appeared a bit further away on the riverbank. From the distance the junior version of Towhee was nearly impossible to tell from the older one. And only upon coming closer, did Dwin understand that, while the two she-wolves had striking resemblance to one another, they were two different people. "Hi!" she greeted the other, approaching cautiously, but her body language expressed calm and friendly interest. "Either you are my old hag-friend Towhee, who has drank from the fountain of youth, or you are her doppelganger," she began. "Which one is it?"