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Aisling's learned to be a little more discerning when travelers trespass through her forest. Her wolves do not need to rip families to pieces.

But that doesn't mean she simply ignores them. She follows along in the bushes, by scent and by sight, keeping an eye on who is foolish enough to try causing harm.

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polyglotbird

There's a human woman in Aisling's forest, one who's fairly obviously out of her element.

Winnifred's picking her way through the trees very slowly, glancing this way, then that way, then down at the cellphone in her hands. Every now and then she mutters to herself, things like "Okay, that tree's got a branch sorta shaped like a Y..." or "You had a signal ten minutes ago, I don't know why you've decided to be so unreasonable now," or "Please, please, please don't start raining."

After going in circles for about half an hour, Winnifred finally comes to a stop and lets out a sigh.

"Well. Crap. Nice going, Winnifred, you're really setting an example to your students here."

She glances around again, her gaze settling on a nearby tree, which she ambles towards and sits under with a soft fwump. After making herself comfortable, she regards the scenery around her with a pensive expression.

"At least the view's nice," she says.

Winnifred then slips her cellphone into a bulky purse, exchanging it for a slightly battered paperback book; obviously, she's prepared to wait there for a while.

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dreamwithteeth

Somehow this human woman's trespassed into places that nobody has in years.

Aisling doesn't want any more to follow her, but they will. That's what humans these days do with other lost ones, even with how much smaller her forest is than it used to be--send out search parties.

Aisling slips through the dappled bushes to get closer, closer and once she's just on the other side of the tree, snarls.

That should get her running.

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polyglotbird

Winnifred doesn't run, unfortunately for Aisling.

What she does do is jump, scrambling to her feet with an undignified yelp. A split-second later she has her back pressed right up against the tree, holding her book up in front of her chest as a very ineffective shield against... whatever that was.

Not a wolf, please? Winnifred opens her mouth to automatically verbalize her thoughts, thinks better of it, and snaps her jaw shut.

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dreamwithteeth

Not a wolf? Yes a wolf.

A wolf slipping out of the bushes and sudden mist, all gleaming eyes and teeth.

A book. She thought all books were special, once--but only Brendan's was, and it's locked up where she can't get to it. There are many of those strewn about on the ground in her forest.

Deep in her chest, Aisling rumbles in disgust.