Though there were no longer any regular patrols around the Nemeton, Alan Deaton sometimes found himself wandering the woods just in case someone would show up and need help. He still had hopes that Talia would come back and bring some stability to those who used to belong to her pack. Stability he as a druid couldn’t provide. No, there was something unique about alpha werewolves. Something about that particular rank made people stop and listen and pay attention to what was being said.
It seemed that his timing had been perfect. While it wasn’t Talia he spotted moving around the Nemeton, he could tell that she was a new arrival. Deaton let out a slow, quiet breath before approaching the woman. He liked to be calm and collected when he spoke to others.
“Hello. Did you just show up here?” Deaton had his most friendly smile on his face. He usually aimed for ‘intimidating’ over ‘friendly’, but he didn’t need to intimidate this woman. His gut instincts told him that she wouldn’t do him harm.
The woman seemed a little bothered, but to be fair everyone was bothered by the Nemeton. He wondered, though, if there was something more to it. If, perhaps, this woman had come from a time that was just as troubling as the time she’d found herself in.