Fendis, the local wolfkin

Fendis strode forward, face upturned as she sniffed at the air. There were twigs and leaves tangled in her shaggy hair, a dark hue with just the barest hint of blue when the light played off it. The fluffy ears atop her ear swiveled and twitched, tail wagging gaily behind her as her gaze locked on to the goodberry bush. Ignoring the two nude women in the clearing, she darted over and crouched down. She immediately began gorging herself on the magical fruit, grabbing whole fistfuls and biting into them with her wickedly sharp teeth. Sweet juice spurted out, staining her lips and fingers purple.

"F-Fendis!" Alis said, clutching herself tighter, "I told you not to look for me when I'm practicing my magic!"

The wolfgirl simply grunted as she continued to pick one side of the bush clean. She shuffled around closer to Alis for more berries, practically at eye-level with the half-elf's womanhood.

"Fendis, I'm naked!" she shrieked, prompting the other girl to flick her ears back in irritation as she ate. Alis quickly stepped backwards, out of the splash zone.

Finally sated, Fendis settled back on her haunches, letting out a short belch. She looked up and briefly made eye contact, her amber irises meeting Alis' silver ones. "Lucky," she said with a hint of sullenness.

Fendis had wandered into town many years ago, lost and alone. While a reclusive old hunter had stepped up to care for her, he had either been unable or simply didn't care to break some of her wilder habits. One of the few things he did insist on, however, was that she wear at least enough clothing to be decent when among the other townsfolk. Which was why her lean, wiry frame was currently clad in a ripped pair of breeches and a leather jerkin against her own preferences, though her arms and lower legs were bare.

Sedainaris giggled. "See, Sweetie? You ought to be happy, most people in the Commonwealth rarely get the chance to commune with nature so directly." Her stubborn daughter merely grumbled at that, so the elf turned to speak with the newcomer instead. "Hello, dear Fendis. Was it just the berries you came for?"

Fendis perked up at that, tail starting to wag again as she gave her head a quick shake. She wiped her mouth with an arm, only managing to spread the berry juice around, and said, "Sigrid's back."

That put a smile on Alis' face, despite her continued state of undress. Sigrid had been away for even longer than Rosalinde, more than two years in the far-off port of Lorenzhafen for her mage apprenticeship. A thought occurred to her, and Alis faltered momentarily, peering over at the bushes where Fendis had come from. "She didn't come here with you, did she?"

Fendis shook her head again, picking more berries to fill her pockets instead of her gullet now. "She's at the inn, didn't wanna mess up her dress."

Alis relaxed. Speaking of dresses, since Fendis was distracted with the berries again she took the opportunity to get her own back on... or try to, at least. "Mother, do you see my clothes anywhere?"

"Oh, I think I saw a fox dragging them off towards the edge of the woods. You were in the middle of a spell, so I didn't want to break your concentration," the older woman replied innocently.

Alis glared at her, though the impact was lessened by the way she was hunched over. "Are you serious, Mum? I can't go back to the inn like this!" she whined.

"I can find them," Fendis said, turning away with bulging pockets from the now-bare goodberry bush, which was already starting to wilt. Before Alis could protest, she grabbed one of her hands and yanked it above their heads, exposing her small pink nipples to the air. Fendis leaned in and buried her face in Alis' armpit, giving it a sniff.

Alis felt like dying. "FENDIS!" she screamed, but the wolfkin was already off like a shot, nimbly weaving through the underbrush. Beet red, Alis could only stare after her in shock. Sedainaris patted her on the should, smiling wryly.

"We'd best go after her, then. Come, Æleisanor. You can practice channeling a protection charm while moving."

Alis hung her head with a bone-weary sigh. “Alright, Mother.”