Fairspell Meadow you could set fire

It was not verbal, but a confirmation nonetheless. Potema picked up the fox pelt, still containing its load, and walked to the wolf's side. She began walking, allowing him to step in time with her, not walking too fast to outrun him. She didn't know his limits, nor how long it had been since he had last eaten. She simply walked, towards Blackfeather Woods, that dark place that she called home. She only wished that its residents would welcome him with some kind of loving arms.