Larksong Grotto and walkin's what they'll do

The oak-swathed woman continued to trot along, unknowing of the man following her tracks just yet. She took a long, deep breath, drawing the world in through her nose. While her stomach had stopped rumbling, she couldn't lie that she'd be able to travel much faster if she was completely energised--and for that, she'd need to have a proper meal sooner rather than later.

Isabella perked her ears. If she couldn't smell anything, maybe it was hiding, concealing its scent. Perhaps, if it moved, she'd be able to hear it. Anything to fetch something to sink her teeth into. Something worth savouring, she hoped. As she listened, the sound of movement shuffling against fallen leaves caught her attention. The sound came from behind her, and she turned.

The stranger was yet to be close enough to be properly perceived, but searching the winds for scents once again, the wolf-smell drew closer. For a moment, the woman wondered if this was Keshi, curious as to why she would come back. But no, the smell was different. This was a stranger. And so Isabella gave a friendly 'woof' that echoed across the grotto, before sitting herself down, awaiting this newcomer.