Shadewood Walking ghost

Aeronwyn's paws led her to the north of the territory, the scent here well established by her and Malice earlier. She dove into the river, and it was with revusion that she noted that she would have to do this often, ever time she was to leave the territory. She slunk up the opposite, water streaming from her fur, and violently shook her pale pelt. Droplets flew, and soon she was fairly dry once more. 

Her paws led her to the forest, the one with the thick foliage and shadowed ground. It reminded her of the forest of the Brotherhood, but this one was more regal then malificent. Perfaps she ought to explore these woods, learn some of the territor to the north of them. 

It was then she saw the wolf, reclining on his haunches. He was a fair distance from the borders she had set, but still in the vicinity. But after a moment, Aeronwyn reconsidered her protectiveness. Perhaps this one could be persuaded to join them?

With a chuff of greeting, the beautiful femme approached, halting a short distance from the male, who was rather tall in stature. "What seek thee in these lands, sir?" Her voice was not unkind, but sincere. If he expressed interest in what she hoped he did, she would call for Burke. But for now, she would handle this alone.