"Much like you said: people don't pass here too often." she stopped, noticing the traits of the man showing that he either was fully in control of his power or was just nearing it. She let out a long sigh of relief lost under the wind of the passing breeze and the ruffling of leaves.
"Our kind has long since been persecuted by those that do not understand, those that fear the unnatural. It is only logical we seek refuge along the edges of their society. I was passing through the forest, on a journey to the west when I sense your presence, and then, your scent of a werewolf. I was just hoping you were more of my kin than those that would see us ended."
There was a shift in her posture, a sudden easing up of her muscles that were tense and poised to strike at any time, as if a burden was lifted off her shoulders. She stood back up to her full height, fully a head shorter than the man that presented himself before her. She was of a lighter build, thin but feminine, mysterious but graceful. She wore the clothes of a travelling gypsy, almost as a relic to the modern times.
"What is your name?" she drew closer, looking at the girl that continued to stand behind the man between herself and Ashelynne. "And what's her story? Is she your prize?"