An Un-pheasant Situation

The sorrowful green eyes of the blue she wolf seemed to see something Varushka could not. She yearned to know what it was, but the wolf did not respond to her and instead she turned whilst motioning for her to follow. The other two curly furred wolves stood where they were and watched them go. The earthen woman waded through the tall dry grass in close pursuit of her chosen guide. It was not long before a fog began to shroud their path, she could only occasionally see the swish of the other’s blue grey tail in front of her leading them onward. Soon she could hear the sound of water, had they gone back toward Valta’s territory? She couldn’t smell their scent, but as the fog began to lift and huge willow trees loomed around them she was sure this wasn’t Valta’s territory.

The sad stranger made her way to the edge of the pool, sitting beside it and motioning for Varu to come closer. Her tearful eyes brimmed with anticipation, it seemed Varushka had another decision to make. A whirlpool spun on indefinitely at the center of the pool, and some smooth stepping stones lead up to it. Tilting her head, varushka peered into the water as she came closer. Lowering her slender muzzle she sniffed at the water, she was still unsure of why the other female had brought her here. The blueish woman had not spoken to answer any of her queries, so maybe she just had to figure it out on her own. The earthen fae did not feel immediately in danger so surely an inspection of the water was in order to figure this out.

[Varushka has chosen to roll for Wisdom!]

"Speech"