Bonesplinter Ravine when we find ourselves back at the start

Another ghost had entered his realm, orange eyes vibrant against the fog as they flickered upward to see the white woman perceiving him oddly. His head lifted slowly, even as she ran taking in her presence with great thought. Odd wasn't it, how the Great Elk kept putting blanched wolves in his path, hm? For one it may be a sign of ill fate, but in his mind, he'd found it a sign of reassurance that the path he now found himself setting on was continuously just.

Either way, he wasn't so keen on letting the stranger just gawk at him and leave. Fine morning, isn't it? His voice came out loud and honey-smooth against the silence of the dead. Never mind the fact in itself that it was also odd to call the morning nice in what was essentially a foggy graveyard for creatures who'd made a grave mistake trying to climb the treacherous peaks.

I doubt you're just a beautiful specter lingering around for no reason. Looking for something?