Duskfire Glacier perhaps she was glass.

!!! <3

 


The Seer was in the middle of going through her herbs, deep in the back of the once-abandoned cave she now called her den.
Silently, she mouthed the names of all her herbs and made note of which ones needed replenished the soonest...
A scent, then, coming closer.
Female, it seemed. 

Smoothly, the witch pulled herself from her stocks and padded out into the open, catching sight of who might've been Rye's mate? Or so she assumed, thinking she smelled hints of the man on this mother's pelt.

"I am Eldritch." She offered, dipping her muzzle some in greeting.