Otatso Wetlands Lay it to rest

The sudden voice that broke the silence made the she-wolf pause where she stood, her amber eyes turning to find the source. As they landed on the lone wolf, her hackles raised and she watched him with cautious eyes, unsure of his intentions. His movements seemed off, unable to walk straight, leaving her to think of him as no real threat. Still, Sen did not approach, but did turn herself around to be better prepared if her deductions had been wrong, or perhaps if she was being tricked. With the thought of tricks in mind, the memory of the haunting story flashed through her mind, making her legs stiffen. The chances of this wolf actually being dead were slim to none, but those chances were not ones she'd take so lightly.
"Who are you?" she questioned, her voice further disturbing the previous silence.
If the wolf were to answer, then he was alive, but if not, he was a lost spirit. It seemed irrational for Sen to think that, of all the wolves out there, she would be the one to actually come face-to-face with a ghost. The idea still lingered in her mind though, no matter how many times she tried to push it away.