Felltree Marsh Iron

When he was finally detected, the woman seemed un-alarmed - to this, the Wraith was slightly surprised, but also mildly impressed. And rather than resorting to aggression or avoidance, she spun about and approached with fearlessness and confidence - two very attractive qualities to the brute. His progression stopped as she came upon him, his stance grounded and his posture matching her bold dominance, but he too showed no signs of contempt. His own nostrils would flare, inhaling her scent as she came close, daring to inspect him without his invitation. But he allowed her, intrigued by bold approach, and his own muzzle would trail softly about her form as she moved around him, taking in the olfactory information that he could. She was young, not yet of age, but he would have hardly deduced such knowledge from the way she carried herself alone. 

When their silent greetings came to a close, the woman motioned him to follow with simply her gaze, and like some entranced snake, he followed. In truth, Sitka had no destination to speak of. But having lacked mental stimulation before, he now found himself curious about this unspoken girl. And so he would follow, humoring her path in hopes it would lead to something worthwhile. He soon came up beside her, matching her pace with his powerful, conditioned strides. The Ghost was definitely going to see this one through.