Deepwood Weald 'cause you'll never find the answers

Moira had done her best to avoid others for now. She wanted no attachment. All she had offered was her knowledge of poisons and her wisdoms of a time that she kept behind her. But she intended to have no family...not again. As she strode along looking at any plant that she could find, she paused.

The scent of another wolf. Rather than confront them, she chose to keep her nose low and keep going. Hoping to pass them right on by.