Swiftcurrent Creek trying to find the stars in rear-view mirrors

her solitude did not go long undisturbed, for quite suddenly an umber-furred woman stood in her path, looking somewhat as if it had not been her entire intent to be there. still, she paused, and the wraith regarded her a moment, making no move to greet her in turn. when she had finished her quick scan of the woman did she utter her greeting, detached and filled with nothing but the forced formality of it, for surely all interactions began with it. "greetings." surely the woman ought to have a purpose in stopping, and while it had been she searching for some wolf to incite into a hunt, she had not been the one to approach.

so sorry for the wait! if you'd like, we could bump it up a bit?