Sunset Valley creatures of a brief season

A voice!
 
This one was corporeal, she could tell. Seafret turned to latch her ghostly argent gaze on the strong figure of a male husky who was approaching as swiftly as he felt was comfortable. The druid regarded him with open interest. Her gaze roamed his frame and watched the definition of his form as he moved; he had not starved in the wilds. She was greatly astounded that such a prime specimen would exist out in the world where domesticated creatures were wrought with torment.
 
“Hello, traveler,” she breathed in an elegant whisper. Extending herself, the druid sought to drink in his scent and was surprised to find that it was well mingled with that of a wolf pack. Seafret had never heard of such a thing. The territory – she knew – would bring her great profit, because the spirits had told her so. She found this to be a beautiful twist of events.