“Very touch. I think they leave you alone if you give them change or if you have a steak.” Sonja laughed and brushed aside some of the loose hair that had fallen from her ponytail. “Nope. Just as long as you out run the other person. But remember I know where the potholes are.” She joked with the other woman.
“Sonja.” The witch gave her name, figuring that it was better than ‘hey you’ or ‘girl with no name’. Sonja started to walk back and if there were wolves out here then they had another thing coming. The brunette cracked her neck as she walked.