Lost Creek Hollow all that may seem is but a dream within a dream

His nose soon caught the woman's scent. So she is a wolf, and not a wraith, he thought, but that didn't stop him from being unsettled when she came right up to him and peered into his soul. A low growl in his throat warned her not to try anything funny. His who body seemed to stiffen as she spoke, his tail rising unconsciously in a vain effort to enforce normal wolf behavior upon this woman.

"Hello," he replied, discomfort clear in his tone. She did not seem agressive, and so neither would he be, but he was surely unhappy with their sudden proximity. The woman went on in her unearthly tone, and Day felt a surge of protectiveness well up in him as he realized the witch was taking in the scents of his family.

"I'm a father," he said, and by his tone, one might of thought the words were a threat. The truth was that Grayday felt threatened; he was bigger and stronger than this wolf, but there were strange magicks out there, and he'd not said a prayer in many moons. "Who are you?" he asked after a moment, squinting as he peered down his muzzle at the pale shewolf.