Blackfeather Woods most times, a ghost is a wish

not too long after her initial call, her senses come to a tinge. two different scents filled the air, although a fair distance away she could smell them growing closer every second.
before she knew it, two canine silhouettes in the distance bled into her vision. their sprints long, the other two wolves dashing directly for her grew closer every passing second. getting up from her sitting position, she sank low to the ground, placed one paw far in front of the other as she positioned her back legs as such she could explode out of her stalk in a flash.
the duo drew closer, one of them picking up their pace as they flank the larger wolf and charge towards her-- their lips curled into a twisted snarl. keeping her position firm, the raven bristled her fur and raised her tail into a curl. the distance between her & another wolf's teeth coming to a close.
if worse comes to worse, she was a trained assassin.
she would stand her ground.