Dawnlark Plains wanted: big bad wolf

She didn't say anything. Very ghostly behavior. Instead, she walked slowly towards him, nose working hard to conpensate for what Sam understood to be unseeing she. She looked supremely creepy, and Sam was full on grimacing and leaning away when her wet little nose hit the side of his chest.

"H-hiiiii, little guy. Gal," Sam managed to say through clenched teeth. Being corporeal did not mean that she was not supernatural; unfortunately, Sam's knowledge of the the spooky was limited. It had never been his genre.

He glanced down. Her ears were weird.
Too large and very pointy, like the owl that had terrorized his sister in their youth. 

"Are you lost, maybe...?" he asked, inching away from her touch. Maybe whatever was going on with her whole situation was contagious.