Haunted Wood Watch My Swagger

the wolf is a tough one to track in the fog, but the girl is fed up entirely with the scents he leaves scattered around the territory with no explanation, and the way they seem to leave the territory as soon as she thinks to track them. this time, she wastes no time and sets off after the freshest trail the moment she becomes aware of it. once, twice, does she zero in on silhouettes in the fog onto to find oddly-shaped thickets, or nothing at all. 

but this time, the shadow she chases is flesh and blood. she moves within earshot, carefully guarded should he turn out to be a threat. "who're you?" she demanded, already at a disadvantage. while most of his figure was well hidden amidst the fog, she, dark and red, stood out especially.