The Bracken Woods there is no other word for spirit

Rionach chewed her lip, her eyes trained on him. Her tail gave a single flick as it switched to curl about the opposite haunch. His statement struck her so odd. Life always had risk. There was risk in merely taking to a stream bank for a drink. There was risk in running down a rabbit for a meal. Nothing anyone did was without risk. So, she could not imagine why anyone felt it necessary to look for more. She could only assume that his life had been easy, too easy in fact... and the intrigue she once felt toward his carefree ways shifted to offense as she was reminded of what she had just gone through.

"Must be nice," she sniffed, making no effort to conceal the bitter, jealous tone of her words as she rose to her feet. Her green eyes hard with scrutiny. "To live such a life. Nothing to worry about it. Not enough risk so you need to go be curious and see what risk can be found around the next tree..." She trailed off with a snort and strained expression that fought not to betray her pain. It was another wild law, to hide weakness and injury from all who could take advantage of it.

She did not allow him a chance to respond before she whirled away quickly, bolting like a spooked deer and refusing to slow or stop until, like the hounds before, she had outrun him.