Shadewood i wear my soul on my sleeve at night

The wraith scented the air drawing his smell into her nares, memorizing him holding him close in her minds eye. The clack of his teeth bothered this femme naught, she enjoyed a challenge, and he was piquing her curiosity on many levels.

  “Mmmmm” She agreed and nodded, She moved past his actions with water running off a ducks back. “How about a hunt? The raven up there told me of something huntable to the north past the tree”

She lifted her head and scented the air then her nose pointing to the north as the wind blew gently in her face she smirked then turned to look at him “By the faint scent I’m picking up it might be a badger,” The black wraith grinned with a bare of her teeth “If you are up to the challenge” not waiting to see if he’d follow, She stood, turned and trotted away through the snow. It would take more then one wolf to take down an adult badger they were mean and nasty and Whrist was about to throw herself into the lions den so to speak.