Ghost Lion Crag life's a mess and so are you

Since the altercation in the forest with the old woman, Ksenia retreated the way she come and laid low for a while. She hovered the lake where she'd seen a familiar wolf to find it, for the most part, empty, but she didn't keep shop there for too long. There were a lot of wolves hovering the copse nearby, which forced her closer to the mountain than she liked to be, but nonetheless she needed somewhere to go if only for a little while.

The scent of another catches her attention with a gust of wind in her direction and she turns to find the emerging form of another pale figure. Grey eyes narrow, lowering her head a little to void her threat. She's been able to catch a few meals but still tired and thin and she isn't sure she'll return to her former glory with this lifestyle. Questioning the worth of her mission lingers in the back of her mind but she brushes it off, concerned with sharing space of the oncoming wolf clouds her. 

Ksenia remains silent as she stands off to the side of a jutting wrong, the warm stone beneath her feet, to see how the other might react to her presence.