Permafrost Hollows begin again

the wraith's attention locks to the intrusion well before the pair announces their presence, wary in the way of all lone wanderers and alert to the finest of details. ears twitch at the sound of footsteps, head cants, sidelong glance cast toward the mismatched duo. caution in the bearing of the first, herculean and stygian-cloaked; curiosity in the second, feathery and fawn-coated. the wintry witch returns with his own chuff, turns, posture neutral as his stony expression. he recognizes a shared scent between them, the marker of a pack, and quickly reaches a conclusion. if your home is nearby, you don't need to worry about my presence. i have no intentions of intruding, a slight pause, glacial gaze flickering over the pair. i came here to see what has become of my former home. he hadn't known that until he'd said it, but it feels right; it feels like the truth.