Shadowwyn Moor Scorpius

Then something changed in the air, twisted and morphed and all of a sudden there was an elderly she-wolf standing before Esma and addressing her. The girl, who a moment earlier had really wanted to see a ghost, was no longer sure that this was exactly, what she desired. It was already hard for her to communicate with ease to people, who she was familiar with and lived together. And she had not spoken or interacted with anyone, who did not belong to that circle of acquaintances. Now and then new faces joined the group, proving that there were wolves living elsewhere too. And, while playing on her own, she liked to imagine, what would they be like or how different they would look or act, but in every such journey all the characters wore familiar faces. 

So - in a nutshell - this ghost, who was not even a person anymore, was the first outsider that Esma had made a contact with. "Esma," she whispered her name, avoiding the other wolf's - Wraen's - gaze and letting it wander around. Nervousness and uneasiness began to build in the pit of her stomach, while in her mind there was a fierce battle between her wish to flee the scene dearly and remain seated, because the adult had not told her that she was free to leave.