Puddles of Ice

A shadow moved through the underbrush, in a rambling, meandering wandering sort of way. A flitting movement here, a dancing movement there, and an easy strolling toward the sound of the river. A lithe and slender form emerged from the undergrowth, fur of sleek raven black. At first, she was rather unaware of the brilliantly colored fae on the river, her deep lavender blue eyes were locked to the ground looking for particular shapes and shades of greens in this early spring weather. The banks of a river would be a fine environment to support luscious and vicarious herbs of many varieties! And it was early enough in spring for the lanterns and the horsetails to be usable.

"Hmm... zut." She muttered under her breath, unable to find her quarry just yet. She looked up finally to take in her surroundings and was startled by the vibrant colors of the wolf nearby.
"Pardon! I...mean no intrusion..." She said aloud her accent thick and lingering. Oh she didn't stumble on any packlands did she?
"Is zhiz land... liberer... Free?" She asked with a carefully inquisitive tone and a tilt of her head.