Totoka River for i feel the gripe of the woody nightshade

She walked back, calm and in ease by the slight cold she felt from the winters. A ghostly maiden reared toward the rivers, as she felt compelled to walk back, feeling that she was missing something that was not there the moment she had met a sea-wolf. She felt the Lady was trying to tell her something, a magic in the winds that called for her name, to go back, and seek what her heart thinks may be there. Follow the winds, and follow the unknown was words she heard since young. An it harm none, do what thou wilt.

Though she froze, a wariness between the two, as  Miriam failed to notice the tundra that was ahead, already within the claims of the river. A white beast, she thought, one seperated from the winters, but made for the season. Alongside she noticed an unfamiliar one, not of wolf, and not of what she knew, but she dare not go forward, and disturb their peace. She thought to turn back, the lady thought. A calmed looked, but body showed the opposite, as her ears tucked back in submission, and her tail weakned behind. Though a politeness, for she thought she was noticed, an offer of a nod was given, before to walk away from the path she desires. A scare, ghost to ghost, and so one tries to float away.