The Bracken Woods there is no other word for spirit

The change in Rionach's demeanour was swift, and as he was observing her directly and wasn't quite so dense, he did not miss the offense that flashed across her features as she stood and excused herself with a scathing tongue. "Whatever you say," he said after her retreating figure. She misunderstood him, of course, but it wasn't something for which Prophet felt apologetic. He remained where he was for a time, rising only to investigate the scent her paws left on the ground, before tiring of the forest and deciding to find new sights elsewhere.

Within less than an hour he managed to banish thoughts of Rionach from his head, though he would always be left with a lingering unease over how she had denounced his reason for leaving home—a reason she herself had asked about, then made him feel wrong for.