The Sunspire On a hillside, desolate

Witchbaby, what an unusual name, Nara mused. She was an unusual wolf all together actually, with her bright fur and pink eyes and she had spoken with an accent that Nara had never heard before.

Eh, not really… she said with a bashful smile. Nara was too small and feeble to fight properly. She could run fast, though, but what good would that do? I was planning on just calling for someone when things went awry she said. But another pair of eyes and ears out here is never a bad thing, right.