Whitefish River What did you have left to lose?

The ghost - no, it was not a ghost, but a woman - tensed, and her gaze met Anatha's. The girl stood motionless, and did not look away; but took the woman's staring in stride. Her own umber gaze was dull still, haunted, but eventually, something sparked as she stared, and finally she broke away to pick her way to the river's edge, dipping her muzzle into the frigid waters and drinking deeply, heavy and numb, until-

- she was made motionless by confusion and something akin to interest, in the male and his oddness. his muzzle he stretched out to near touch her chest, breathing in her scent in a manner that had her wary and ill at ease, stepping back slowly as confusion glinted in her gaze, unsure of whether to slip away or - 

She lurched, moving back with a violence that broke the trance of the brief meeting, tail curled high and heart pumping. Rounding on the woman, she glanced at her once before turning on her heel and making her way back up the bank, propelled into motion as her mind struggled to sink back into the numbness, step back over the border she'd crossed.