Phantom Hollow here i found no self control

Lenny knew well that the fear she was experiencing was irrational, but she had never been as brave as her sister was. But there was a loud crunching in the forest ahead and the black wolf paused, silvery eyes narrowing at the sound. Surely things like ghosts wouldn't be so loud, right?

Luckily for her, it was not a ghost, but a man dressed in fur they didn't have in Torbine. Splotches ran up and down his pelt and a dark mask adorned his face. Two different colors stared back at her when she made eye contact - he was striking, she had to admit. Much more preferable to running into a ghost out here in the night. 

"I am," she remarked, wondering how he could've known that. "My sister, actually. Do you know anyone named Vallkyr-" She cut off when a small shape entered her field of vision - a tiny wolf, smaller than almost anyone she'd seen before, aside from the pups back home. But she didn't look like she felt good. 

Ears angled toward the smaller female and she frowned, slightly concerned. "You alright? You don't look so good."