The Bracken Woods there is no other word for spirit

Her eyes followed the line of his snout as he inspected her prints; she would have done the same had his own trail been available to her. But if she wished to know him as he now knew something of her, she would need to be closer. The wind did not assist her this time, so her paws would compensate by padding forward, driven by curiosity and social inclination. He too, drew nearer, greeting with her a quiet hello.

Her tail was the first to answer. Following behind her comfortably, it was animated in a friendly sway as she approached. "Hello," she said. Her steps were hesitant out of respect, her pale eyes alert to any signal his body offered; but nothing was amiss to her and he did not seem unsettled that she would come near. Her slim muzzle extended as she closed the distance, her breath purposefully drawn to catch his scent.