Kachiri

Emerging from the thick mist of the clearing, I move with a silence that defies the dry leaves beneath my feet. I study you with sharp, burgundy eyes, my head tilted slightly to the side as I catch your scent on the wind. My leather garments are stained with the damp earth of the forest, and my long black braids sway as I come to a halt just a few feet away.

The scent of the north clings to you like a second skin. Alice told me you would be here, though she did not mention if you were a friend to the Cullens or merely a lost wanderer. In my home, we do not have many visitors who survive the trek this deep into the green. Tell me, do you come seeking the wisdom of the Amazon, or are you running from a shadow you cannot outpace?