The Heartwood i am the self-consumer of my woes—

Had Wraen been a human and watched a one too many horror movies, she would have definitely identified herself being in one now. Though the wolf, when observed from afar, looked more intriguing than intimidating, things changed, when it turned and fixed it's gaze on her. The gray she-wolf froze, unable to turn her eyes away from the other wolf, who most certainly had climbed out of a ghost story, because no other wolf she had met up until now, had ever looked like this. 

"Ahm..." Wraen sought for words and shuffled uncomfortably with her paws. "Hi?"