Phantom Hollow silverkiss

she had laid out flat upon the rivershore, closing her eyes a fraught moment. when she reopened them, it was to watch in widening surprise as a tall man seemed to materialize from the fog itself.
she scrambled to her paws, hackles rearing in wariness. her coolwater eyes sharpened as more of him became visible, and she backed slightly. hers was the slim corded build of a fisher; she was not a warrior, and did not want to tangle with a wolf so far from home.