The Bracken Woods there is no other word for spirit

She watched with a slanted muzzle as he moved to behind a tree, her own paws turning in place so that she could face him. Her tail enlivened with a curious and playful aspect as he mentioned adventure. So, he had left by choice, when her choice would have been to remain where she was, secure in known surroundings. She was not a risk taker, not reckless, and she was intrigued by his brazenness.

"Who needs to see the world? Why leave where you have food, drink, pack? Where you know every tree and rock, and have memorized all the deer trails?" She questioned in a lilting tone. She may not agree with his way, but she did not mock him for it, and despite her disdain for some of the 'new' ways that wolves adopted, she was curious to a fault.

Her paws moved her nearer to him, and she made to round the tree, her bobbing posture playful.