Heron Lake Plateau Cut my teeth on wedding rings

The silence was a wonderful relief to the noisy summer, and relaxed, the wraith closed her eyes a moment, relaxing further in the quiet morning. But the thick silence was broken before long, and, sighing softly, she recognized the voice of Shink. She wasn't upset with him, only that her quite morning seemed to be over. By his tone, it was obvious that he didn't recognize her, perhaps the thick fog obscured her from view. An idea came to her, and she suddenly, silently, slipped into the water without a word. she pushed off against the bottom until she could no longer reach it, then she swam, long strides pulling her silently along, her head just above the water. To the casual observer, such as Shink, it would have appeared that the wolf had suddenly disappeared into the water. 

When she was quick a distance from where she had been, and closer to Shink, she approached the shore until her paws barely touched sand. Then, slurred and low, she let out a howl; so twisted and broken it did not even sound familiar to her own ears.  

She wondered if Shink believed in ghosts.