Shadewood Walking ghost

The boy turned his attention to the pale femme as she approached, her gentle chuff alerting him of her presence. "M'lady," he called out in his usual relaxed tone, rising to his paws to greet the newcomer. She seemed friendly enough, seemingly well fed despite the rough conditions the famine had caused, making him wonder who was aiding her health. Perhapse it was a pack or at least a band of wolves working together to push through the tough months, in which case Shink would quite happily like to hear more about. With a casual wave of his tail, the boy trotted towards her, letting the sun fully engulf his rosy form. "I am merely here to seek refuge," he explained briefly, "The famine left my former pack with heavy losses so, naturally, I decided to depart their comforts in search of somewhere more stable." He had picked up on her tense attitude yet nature told him to remain lighthearted until proven otherwise and he dipped his head, a slight smile beginning to form on his lips.