Fountain of Knowledge, let me drink

The swamp hag... Oh wasn't that exactly what she was becoming? The crazy old lady who lived in the swamp by herself, collecting herbs and avoiding even her own pack mates. Occasionally she would seek the company of her sister to try and chase the demons away but that was only a temporary fix. She couldn't do groups, she couldn't be around this pack. It was growing too large for her comfort and so the majority of her time would be spent alone in her den, massive form curled up into itself. Crooked tail would flip occasionally, sides raising and falling with her breath but eyes would remain closed as if feigning sleep. That was how the girl would find her, that was how she was laying when the sound of paw falls began to draw near. The blind woman could feel the vibrations of the earth change, could hear the sound of paws pressing into the earth. Massive skull would slowly lift, tattered and frayed ears swivelling to catch the sound. And then the scent of her den changed as the girl poked her head in and cleared her throat to gather Zara's attention. A low growl would start in the pit of her belly, warning the girl from entering. No. Zara would go out to meet her.

Long legs would unfurl, the massive scarred beast heaving herself to her paws before ducking out of her den. Immediately chest would push into Pandora should she not move, a demand that the girl back the fuck up.Once that was settled the woman would drop to her haunches as if creating a blockage between this girl and her home. "What." It was barely even a question, the word dropping off her tongue more like a bark then a question. Crooked tail lashed behind her as her head arched as if to look at Pandora through one blind eye, forcing the girl to stare at the side of her face that was so scared it was turned into a perpetual grin. She smelt young. Most young were terrified of the big woman mostly due to her scars. Would this girl run? Or did she have some resolve on why she was actually here?

Speech!