Ravensblood Forest saltwind

It was the delicious smell of dried fish that had the phantom on the girl's trail. Silently at first, as she came in view of the forest, then blatantly as if to test her awareness. 

"What 'ave ye got there?" The snap of a twig accompanied his interception as he finally emerged from the gloom to study her in full. She was a tiny thing with all the sinew and stature of a youth not yet past her first year of age. Tail flagged and confident, though not unfriendly, he circled her once before coming to nudge the pelt with his nose.

Beneath the fishy aroma, there came an undertone of something familiar though faint - Moontide. "You're one of Rodyn's? Ye can be honest, kid. I ain't gonna hurt ye."