Dragoncrest Cliffs you wished to transform the flesh and ascend

Sorry for shortness and how long this took to respond to! I’ve been sick with the flu so I’m getting back into the swing of things.

The ghost turned towards her fully and spoke a word she did not understand. That was when she realized it wasn’t the man she thought it had been. It wasn’t the ghost. It wasn’t her attacker. This male had grey along his muzzle and captivating blue eyes and sandy legs and paws. Strand felt herself deflating, the tenseness in her muscles melting away. She would not have to decide what to do about the ghost today. Still, now she was left in an awkward position, staring at a man she did not know who had spoke a word to her that she did not understand. “What?” she finally asked, long after such a question was relevant. Internally, she cringed at herself, but there wasn’t really anything else to do unless she just walked away.

The male seemed disinterested in her after his initial greeting, and soon she gathered the courage to get the hell away, keeping her muscles taut lest he attack her from behind. He did not.