Blackfeather Woods change of tides

A wolf greeted her fairly promptly after she stepped over the borders that the new wolves of Blackfeather Woods had established. It surprised her to be met without violence. The ghost turned her head in the general direction of the wolf who had greeted her. It did not take long for a second to show up. A second greeting, too.

The wisp continued to walk into the territories, though she swung her head in light indication they they could follow, should they wish. The fogs of wispmother grotto beckoned her, whispering louder than these wolves.

The second wolf asked her a question that garnered a chuckle. What a question — did anyone ever really know who they were? It never ceased to amaze the priest how wolves seemed to care so deeply about their little names — as she was mortal enough to know that that was what they truly meant. Shh... Don't you hear them call? the ghost said as she halted and glanced back at the two other wolves; then continued her journey inward, absolutely delighted to find out how they might respond.

Wolves were absolute killers for routine, and the pale wisp loved nothing more than to kick down routine and see just how they would respond.

For then, then chaos truly came out.