Horizon Ridge alles Leid und Schmerzen stillest

this woman is etched with light, teasing and questioning. such a wolf is entirely foreign to the wraith, as is too her scent -- something heady and foreign, underlined by something stale, almost sulphury; this is the scent of sea and brine, though she does not know it. lavender, that she recognizes. maw opens and closes with a gentle click of her fangs, as if in answer. 

a pair of swallows flit briefly in the air above them, coal-dark gaze follows the pair a moment before they vanish betwixt the canopy. gaze returns to the woman, head cants, questioning. she is far removed from the cast of characters that marked her childhood and adolescence, in a way that has her both interested and uneasy.