Jade Fern Grove if you really listen, then this is to you

She bore a coat of midnight, darker than the night sky and dusted in white snow, dappling her pelt like stars on a blackening canvas. It would be a lie to suggest that she was not beautiful, a rose of ink amongst the frigid ice, but he forced his gaze not to linger, linger where it should not - she had interrupted his lonesome ponderings like the sharp end of a hot knife into soft foam, but still it was as quiet as it had been before. He could feel her watching eyes though, the sliver of cold that ran down his spine at her presence.

He watched her in turn, noting how she approached with caution; the traveller of shadows stopped a safe distance away, and he regarded her with nothing but quietude until he became uncomfortable hearing only his heart beat against his chest. Who was she? His mind flickered to Constantine, and the wolves of the creek, but he did not desire to scare her away with a sudden proposal of joining their ranks, no, no... that wouldn't work.

"Hello." Voice of deep baritones rumbled from his throat, slipping from his lips to linger in the air.