Sleepy Fox Hollow What do you want from me?

If the invitation was declined, there would have been as much care as there had been for the fly. What the souls of the mortal plane decided for themselves was of no matter to the red wraith; there was little they could do to disrupt what the fates had decided for them, and the offer of company was simply a creature comfort, one made to please the longings of this form just as food did. There was no pack to her scent, no wolves that claimed her as kith or kin, nothing but the stink of the wilds clinging to her fur in this moment.

The wolf stepped forward, closer, once, twice, three times before they slowed again, the girl's nervousness pervading her actions, tinting the air with a scent that the monster could not quite put her finger on. What is it that you fear? Whether she meant in this moment or in everything was left to the context that the other took it to be in. For the moment, the fox lay forgotten beneath her.