Permafrost Hollows You Taunt Me

Her ears flattened against her head as she watched the cat with a mixture of annoyance and skepticism. 

"Spare me your cryptic advice, spirit. I do not need your half-hearted attempts at wisdom. And as for backbones, trust me, I have plenty." At that, she turned her gaze back to the trees and began to trot off into the wilderness. 

However, she couldn't quite shake the feeling that there was something more to the spirit's words than met the eye. Curiosity getting the better of her, she was unable to resist a quick glance back. But, to her surprise, the branch was empty. 

Perhaps, she had only imagined it. With a shake of her fur, Ulloriaq pushed aside her unsettled feelings, determined to carry on without dwelling on the encounter any longer.