Dragoncrest Cliffs strings

They had a visitor. Shadess had grown to not particularly like visitors as of late. After all, those who had come had come only to take. They had taken far too much of Sapphique this year - or for a lifetime, for that manner. 

Dis be Sapphique. What is it you need? Came the voice from the trees, from a wolf of deep reds who came towards the woman on their border. Her head aligned with her spine as she stalks forward. At the very least, she was a woman and not a man.