Moonspear this soul's a stowaway

Time was a thing that Keres did not take much notice of. She, of course noticed the time of days into nights, the change of the seasons, the circle of life, but those were ideas on a large, vast scale. Minutes and hours tended to slip away from the self proclaimed valkyrie, in such a way that she could lose herself in an investable task and become closed to the world past her immediate scope. It was something of a bad habit of her, one her late husband had once teased her about. Perhaps he had been right to. Perhaps one day, it would no longer be something for him to worry about, if he worried at all anymore. 

Many things startled her in the next moment, the sound, the spray, her own startled yelp as teeth bit down on her fluffy tale, some creature of the bog revealing itself and attacking her. Spinning to meet her assailant, Keres bore fangs openly, only to stop when she came face to face with a ghost from her past. It was a face she had seen from the first moments she had opened her eyes to every time he had bothered her, learned with her, grew with her... His eyes still had that same unique quality they always had, something that just said Dirge.

If he was going to play childish games, however, Keres would respond in kind, snipping her teeth towards his  ears, reaching so that she could roughly gnaw and slobber on one, much the same way he had her tail.