Phantom Hollow it's a mad, mad, mad, world

The peace of night brought dangers with it. Many darker souls roamed at what she called Nyx's hours, and though she would like to claim the night for her own, she simply couldn't. Small, defying presences would forever find a hole in the fabric of the stars, finding their way around with merely the light of the moon. It was a skill she, too, possessed. The breeze was cooler and it ruffled her midnight pelt, but yet the fog stayed the same. Strangely eerie how she was alone here... Or was she?

A voice called out to her, but her features did not shift. She froze in time, but not out of fear for the invisible threat. She simply inspected the situation, as any wolf at a disadvantage would, but quickly came to the realisation she'd have to fight her way out if this one. Games are for the weak of mind. She replied to the shadows. I came here for my peace.