Great Bear Wilderness [m] pillow talking

Blinking as the golden hour settled over Bramblepoint, Fox noticed a slight movement to her left. At first, she thought she had imagined it, but as her eyes honed in on where the movement had come from, she realized it was another wolf. For a moment, her heart leapt, thinking that it was Haunter. But she wasn't dark enough, large enough, nor was she a he. Haunter had been dead for a long time, Fox knew, and the concept of ghosts wasn't even one in her brain library.

Besides, she wasn't even looking for Haunter. "Hey you!" she called out, trotting toward the other lady and hoping that she wouldn't scare her off with her approach. "I’m looking for somebody. His name's Njal. Silver fur, yellow eyes. Big, rugged, that kind of thing." How else was she supposed to describe the stoic man she'd once thought of as a potential father for her children. "I think he might’ve gotten lost in the storm," Fox explained.