The Heartwood all we can do is try.

Falwasi's blood ran cold at the mention of ghosts - the female who had spoken of them was intriguing and somewhat peculiar. Was she a ghost-hunter? The golden hued wolf had heard of them in her old pack; but they were only myths. Interested enough to not turn on her heels, Fal steeled herself and padded towards the two stranger wolves, unmeaning to ruin their flirtatious conversation.

'Thrills and chills you're seeking?' she asked, smiling softly. She gave each of the wolves a polite nod, noticing the detailing of the wolves. The female had fur that was many different shades of grey, small scars across her slim body. The male was a handsomely large tan agouti with bright, 'sparkly' as the female had called them, golden eyes. 'I didn't mean to interrupt, but ghosts are too interesting a subject to pass by.' Fal said, furrowing confused eyebrows at the female.

Maybe she had explored a little too much, travelled too far from her pack territories. But she was happy to meet wolves outside of her pack, expanding her social circle, maybe.