Kintla Flatlands Howl for me

Steel orbs glinted in the falling darkness, waiting or the time that the colours of day turned to bloodless night, for that was her time. When she haunted the earth as a ghost wood, sinking her fangs into any that opposed her. Of course, her pelt carried scars from these past nights, but few, for the ghost was a fighter, and a good one at that. Her paws fell softly on the earth as the wraith moved outside of the borders, out of the woods that smelled of death and hate.

Soon she came across him- a monster of a wolf, dark pelted and ears perked. She approached without fear, for she was confident in her abilities. She stood at the water's edge a short distance from him, not greeting him yet but watching him cooly before dipping her head for a drink.