Sleepy Fox Hollow Trying to transform it

The woman of ink had not intended to come across a pale figure with a bone clutched betwixt their jaws on this night, but nevertheless a twinkle shone in her gaze of amethyst - encountering another could be highly entertaining. This ghostly wolf approached with it in her muzzle as though it were a weapon she could use to her defense, but the Nightstalker had to silence her inner amusement at the very picture of such a thing.

The figure halted their movements just before Kelina, and she eyed them with mild curiousity as the words reached her ears. Plain words, commanding, but she took no notice of this and the usual feline grin snaked upon her maw. "The Nightstalker, stalking the night as she does. Who are you?"