It wasn't often for Dawa to leave the rocky grotto which she had taken as her den. Instead, the proven Cleric would send one of the acolytes to tend to the caches; often giving little descriptions of the plants that they needed, which posed as a riddle for the still growing medics to crack and learn from. Today though, Dawa was adventurous; she was hungry and unable to locate anyone to aid her. At first, the crooked woman had hoped to stumble upon Tenzin during meditation — even wishing upon the attention of Raheerah, who was probably busy with his own pursuits. Instead, as the small creature crept along through the territory, she was caught by a new scent; a stranger, who carried a salty, oceanic after-taste to her musk.
But Dawa was unafraid. She couldn't fathom such an emotion. With slow steps, careful and precocious, Dawa found her way through the trees until the scent was stronger. Her blank gaze roamed across the unseen shadows, quite possibly passing right over the stranger who had encroached upon the lands, but she did not rebuke the stranger. Dawa would not chase her away — even if her limbs still worked, even if her eyes had not been taken from her by sickness, it was not in Dawa's nature to chase away anyone. The Vale was meant to be a peaceful place. She called out in the shrill bark that marked her as a hybrid, alerting the stranger — and perhaps @Tenzin or @Raheerah if they were in earshot — that she had discovered someone, and needed aid.