Phantom Hollow but we know one thing for sure

The wayfarer moved north, for she knew know direction to go (no mission, no plan of action) other then to not turn south which she had come from. Her travels now that she had reached dry, mangable land, was a slow and lazy lope. After reaching the meadow, she took shelter to the Mesa, wondered the prairie and otter creek for food. Now her travels led her further and after moving through another open meadow, she reached the Phantom Hollow. 

It was a cold thicket, dark and shrouded in a blinding fog. The coming winter surely did not help its appearance but after so much open land, perhaps Kyr would find some use in the seclusion. But it was silent. Still. Her footsteps over the dead and decaying foliage echoing through the trees, barren savor the multitude of moss and vine which clung to them. 

It was not a pleasant vale or homey forest, but a haunted wood. Therefore, it was easy to say that when the youth called out, Vallkyrie heard his cries. Her head lifted high, silken black ears turning in the direction. The dark woman moved through the equally dark land, given away only by the thick stripping on white from her neck down her undersides. Icy eyes sought the pup and regarded him curiously.  Surely he wasnt wondering alone and with winter coming? Are you lost? She asks concerned and yet, she was herself too.