She watched if only because she had little else to do at that point; she had neither task to complete nor her own curiosities to chase. Or perhaps she had simply become curious about the stranger enough to make that her priority - she couldn't say for sure but ah, at least watching the woman had proven as intereresting. Why was she here? Who was she? Beltane, despite her rank, was not wholly aware of the others' doings - thievery, fighting, it was not something she bothered herself with. So who was the woman who so clearly did not wish to be there? Skinny, hopeless thing.
She was perched in the reeds atop one of the logs that had washed down in the prior thaws, enoguh of a vantage point to see above the reeds as the stranger pushed herself into the mud. It was an unusual thing and Beltane's mouth had long since fallen open and into a toothed grin, tongue lolling as she finally slid down and into the mud and grass below her, ready to join the stranger in whatever unusual ritual she ahd taken upon herself.
She approached in her usual manner - uncaring of any social tact as she swayed forward, dead ear turned away though the other stood alert. Her eyes focused immediately on the eyes of the other as she saunted forward and lowered her nose to the woman's with a sharp inhale in. Beltane was unafraid of brdging the space between others, her movements self assured and eyes wild with a fierce curiosity as she suddenly flopped onto her belly so that she lay opposite to Wren, nose to nose, eye to eye.