Mount Apikuni it's burning you alive

Not much was going on in Haunter's head—as was the norm; lacking personal interest on dwelling on past events—so it stood to reason that he was particularly aware of his surroundings, and was quick to notice when another wolf had entered the nearby proximity. This scent was strangely though vaguely familiar, but he could not place when or where he had crossed it before, so in the interest of quelling his gently pressing curiosity, he began to lope in the origin's direction in seek of an immediate answer.

But the closer he came, the more his spine began to prickle in slow realization of his familiarity with the smell, and before he could remember his trespassing "adventure", he could see her in the near distance. The bearish female—just as tall as he, but with at least a good twenty to thirty pounds on him—from Northstar Vale, and he paused with wicked uncertainty, prepared for her to hold a grudge despite the fact that he barely remembered her himself.

There were many yards between them still, but Haunter made no move to either antagonize or avoid the Vale's defender, and he stood rigidly to see what she would do. His one ear was perked intently, and his muzzle was angled towards her, making him appear interested but incredibly wary as he waited. Idly, his tail hung against his legs, slowly licking back and forth like a dark pendulum.