The Bracken Woods all you want is milk, more than you can drink; all you want is honey

This ones a bit shorter, just to keep the post order and what not :3

Semira paced back and forth a few yards form the tree line, her heart pounding in her chest.  The fae was well aware of the female Horosk spoke too - was well aware of the fact that the stranger could see her little tantrum. Thats what this was. A tantrum.

A huff of air escaped her maw, her features turning incredulous.

Breath in.

Breath out.

As much as she will herself to calm, instead she ended up working herself up. She pondered over why she was acting this way, but to no avail. They had ran into loners on their journey, but perhaps that was the issue. The fact that she would have to meet a group of wolves who had already bonded to one another, and attempt to get them to like her. She simply wanted them to like her, not turn her away. But, She mused, if they don't like us then chances are we won't like them either. Some small piece of her relaxed at the thought. Soon that piece turned into another, and another; ending with a tidal wave of nervous energy that crashed out of her system.