Heron Lake Plateau Demon Boss

A long time passed between Apple's call and before someone appeared to greet her. She sat and waited patiently, trying to keep focus and her mind clear, but after some 5 - 6 minutes it began to drift. She suddenly caught a strong scent of lilacs - flowering bushes that she had seen only once or twice in her life, which had bloomed with purple flowers during mid-spring. Curious and baffle she looked around and tried to capture a whiff of some more molecules, but the smell was gone as fast as it had appeared. Odd... she thought, because in the wilds, where she had lived and travelled later in life, she had never seen these plants again. 

However, with this particular a snippet of an old memory resurfaced and she saw herself young and beautiful with stars in her eyes walking through, what people would call remnants of an old house, but what were just a peculiar place for a wolf. And there, where once front door had been, the lilac bushes had been growing, in blooming and their aroma being so strong that it simply pushed every other smell away. Apple closed her eyes and for a moment in this cold and grey winter day she was back in her youth, feeling, how the sun's soft and warm fingers caressed her fur. 

She was woken from her daydreams, when she heard two wolves approaching and the voice of one of them reminded her someone she had met recently. The name had escaped yet again, but Apple recognized Rory the moment she was visible and greeted her with a kind smile and wagging tail. It was good that she was here to assist in doing the introductions, because the wolf, who had come with her, did not strike as someone, who was friendly to all. Under different circumstances Apple would not have seen a problem with talking to any stranger, but now she was somewhat unsure, whether in her vulnerable state she would be able to muster up good introductions enough to make a good impression of her. Unfortunately she was a beggar now and could not afford to mistakes.

"Good day," she told Rory, swallowing an awkward pause in the place, where the girl's name should have been. "You look well," she added. "Who is your friend?" But before the other got to reply another voice, a strange voice intercepted, making the old wolf look away from her acquaintance and take a better look at the other Redhawk wolf. "I wanted to join you," Apple said, leaving out "for the winter" or "for the time being", because, who knew, how long would it take her to recover or if she would be well ever again?