Mudminnow River if i didn't know better

The valley was quiet. An unexpected turn, but not neccessarily one that Amadeus was unhappy about. His father had always told him that isolation was what kept minds clean - it gave him hope that his work would not be wasted here.

A woman stands ahead. Aging but not yet broken by time, and with a pelt so pale he could have lost her in the snow were it not for her stony lower back. She's the first figure he's seen in a day or so, and that alone sparks his curiosity.

Amadeus howls out to her, his tail flagging in a friendly wave. There's nowhere to be, nowhere to go, so why not attempt to meet this winter ghost?