An elf girl, who smells strongly of mint, leaves few tracks in this forest, but her trail is apparent to those who call the green canopy their roof, those who favor moss to mattresses. She lives a minimalist existence, leaving no trace of her passing where possible, though she takes from the forest as needed. A wolf of considerable size paces her in her wanderings, usually keeping a quarter mile or more away but frequently crossing her path, running ahead only to circle round again.
For whatever reason, she avoids Druids of late, going wide around them if they make themselves obvious with huge treantish escorts. Only if directly confronted will she stop, but her erratic path makes it hard to get ahead of her.