Broken Antler Fen sing for me

for @Wraen

Traveling further from the coast, the spook made it to this location largely indisturbed. She, however, did not go idly inside. There was a heavy presence, a pungent scent, of others on the region. For the sake of her continual existence, the woman would stop near the entrance.

Her pale eyes focused on the horizon, seeing nothing remarkable at first glance. It was only when she began to turn did the snow crunch. Slowly, her gaze found a woman's staring at her from across the invisible line. Poltergeist's expression was not of shock, but of neutrality.

Her chin raised somewhat, staring back at the gray beast.