Wapun Meadow rosewater & bloodstains

Yet somehow, despite two snapping and slavering dogs on her tail, Polaris slipped away from them. Aventus drew up with several gulped breaths, wondering at the magicks she must wield to evade them so neatly. He wondered if this was the reason Easthollow was so vexing a presence, despite being led by two toothless old wolves, although that information was known second-hand. He had never seen them himself.

Witch, he spat, lashing his tail and tossing his head. She would not be so lucky if she came out this way a second time. He sought his father with pale eyes framed in a petulant glower; what now?