Kindra's provisions were dangerously low, but she had herbs aplenty in various leather pouches. It was long past bartering time. Wolf had taken his time, circumventing two small towns entirely. But Kindra had seen smoke rising above the trees some time back, and Wolf had kept true to this course. Now she saw the outline of a what looked to be a Barrow-wood and stone shelters to her north. There was a steep embankment, and then the trail lead to something that resembled a decent road.
"We shall see what we shall see," she mumbled to herself, grabbing hold of a slender birch for support. Her footing uncertain in the soft and sodden forest floor, began to slip entirely. The birch bent, as she thrust out her other hand to grab a second nearby sapling. The sapling gave way, roots and all and she found herself falling headlong into the brush, and down the bank.
"Ouch!," she managed as she picked herself off the ground, keenly aware that two forms had witnessed her ungainly descent. She felt a flush of embarrassment, mingled with panic. The dread of other human presence had become surpassed by the dread of broken bones. She swallowed the colorful words and phrases she generally reserved for times of solitude. Taking bodily inventory, she had remained mostly unscathed. Her right still grasped the slender sapling, an elm, by its trunk.
"Hello." she called out, and smiled in greeting. She saw that one form was indeed a human man. The second, Dwarf? A curiosity indeed. But it was the human who drew her attention. Battle scars, and a certain manner in his stance took what was left of her senses.
"You have weak trees!" She shouted, holding up the thin elm as evidence.
Where was Wolf!?
Slowly, realiziation dawned. The state of her onlookers were truly one of transfixed shock. Motionless, human and dwarf stared at her with mouths agape. Ah..very good! Here was her means of escape, proven time and time again and from vllage to village.
"Tee in the wind!" she crooned, beginning to swan body and elm in one united motion. "Tee in the wind!" She reached with her free hand to gather the mixed powders from one pouch. "Tee in the wind" she continued her mantra, moving slowly forward toward the unlikely duo, a swaying synchronicity.
With a deft gesture and released she powdered unto two gawking males. It was an essence of her own creation. Paralyzing powder! It was potent enough to ensure that the two would countinue their gawking infirmity until she was well on her way.
What is this? She probed one deep pocket of the motionless human. Spit cooke dchicken!! That would do. Yes, that would do.
She sensed more then heard her wolf's excitement from somewhere off the road behind her. The distant howl reached her ears a moment later, as she rounded a bend. The gawkers...frozen in time, might only remember her as a brief disturbance in their own reality. Unexplainable, and soon forgotten.. a trick of faulty perception.
"I'll be there soon wolf!" she whispered under her breath..."Be quiet! I'll be there soon."