Broken Antler Fen sing for me

Whoever that was that had caught the pale wolf's attention so near to the future pack's claim, Wraen did not know, but she observed the other in curious silence, following their gaze and seeing nothing in particular. Nothing that she should worry herself about. Or it just may have been an odd quirk of the stranger's way looking at people. She remembered vividly an elderly wolf in her birth pack, who addressed people, but looked far and over their heads.

"Seeing a ghost?" she asked conversationally, approaching the stranger confidently. "I was aware that there may be some spirits roaming around, but none have introduced themselves to me just yet," she told. "Or - are you one of them? Ghosts, I mean?" she grinned.