Witch's Marsh a dancing dream of all eternity

Maiira listened to the girl’s short explanation. There was a small group here, it seemed… And they hoped to survive the winter here. Maiira shook her head, glancing around again. “Perhaps for a half-breed like Maiira, surviving out here would not be too difficult. Maiira can eat a few lizards, a small fish or two swimming in the waters, and get by. But wolves need much more. This one hopes you do not have too many here.” Little did the coywolf know that such thoughts were also going through the girl’s mind.