Hushed Willows When a ghost is on the hunt

The dark Ostrega was often on the trail himself. He'd dogged the rabbit warren for some of the morning and eventually been evaded until his motivation ran out, so he was back to roving through the willows soon after. He hoped he could find something better if he just put in the effort.

On the way, he started to notice scent of one of the new wolves -- which, he knew a tiny bit about, but considering his introversion, he'd yet to seek them out. His stomach felt like it twisted into a worried knot when he realized he was getting warmer on her trail, and that it was very possible she was out hunting like he was. He swallowed thickly and plodded closer, trying not to dread an interaction with a stranger so badly.

When he could see her (all stark white unlike so many he knew), he slowed up immediately and studied her carefully upon his approach. His posture surely suggested his uneasiness, but he exchanged it for a small tail-quiver of greeting. He couldn't tell what she was doing just yet but in an effort to let her gauge the response to him and not interrupt anything in case he was doing so, he was quiet.