Bearclaw Valley Your name on my lips, tongue tied

Pandora isn’t able to get an answer and instead sees the blob of shadowed fur curl closer in on herself. This would make the ghostly woman tilt her head with interest and perhaps a touch of irritation. What are they so afraid of? Pandora is but a small, defenseless mutt. Or so many say. 

Still, she wouldn’t allow herself to become angry with whoever hides themselves from her. After all, being treated and/or treating someone like shit never gets anyone anywhere. 

So she would move into a patchy spot of moonlight so her form could be illuminated better. So these this wolf could see that she is practically harmless. Especially as a smile graces her face.

“No need to fear, I’m Pandora, a new resident here. Why do you hide?” She wonders to them out loud. “Come on out and tell me who you are.” She’d coax gently, but not extremely motherly like.