The Bracken Woods there is no other word for spirit

Basing this off one of my own experiences in the woods with a rabbit haha

One dark ear turned to the sound of a quick, soft whump, whump, whump that was growing louder. She lifted her head just in time to see a snow-white hare fly past her, as she had unwittingly bedded down across one of the trails the creature used to speed its escape from predators. She was immediately alarmed and was on her paws quickly, but not before the predator it was fleeing from barged in on her. She bolted, a silver and brown hare herself as she thrust through the brush, branches and twigs tugging at her fur and ears as she put distance between herself and the other wolf.

It was not until she felt she had gained enough ground for a suitable buffer did she chance a glance backward, and noticed that he was not chasing. Her supple sprint slowed into a bobbing lope and then she stopped, and turned to face him. Her ears pivoted, listening closely to her surroundings, as her green eyes appraised him from afar. He was similar to her in many ways, and did not appear threatening. She shook her coat, but she could not smell him, and her own tongue curled up to lick her nose while she watched him.