The Heartwood nimble is the heart's desire

There was an intricate scent in the wind – though the heady scent of wood was dominant about her, she could still tell something was off, and it encouraged her nimble form to pause as her eyes gave a quick sweep of the area. Nothing stood out to her – that was until a ghostly form popped out from the brush, stirring a wolfish brow to quirk forward as the stranger made his presence known.

“Passing through,” she responded, not missing a beat to pause and debate his question. She held no true interest in the landform itself, and neutrally, her tail gave a quick swish through the air. “Why so curious?” She was quick to deflect the questions form herself, and instead, her swarthy figure straightened, waiting for a reaction and response. The scent that emanated from him became more apparent now – though she did not recognize it. Perhaps some interesting developments had occurred since her last visit to Teekon Wilds.

Either way, this stranger was a pawn to sue for information, and with careful calculation, she kept a decent distance between the two.