Blackfeather Woods most times, a ghost is a wish

many things escaped astara’s notice, but that day the alarm in her dam as she whirled past white as a wraith, was not an exception. 

sliding smooth as black velvet behind the scattering tracks of her mother, astara came upon the sight that stirred such turmoil in her dam. not too far off the threatening pose of wintersbane menaced in response to the interloper’s hidden challenge; astara instinctively drove to her mother’s other flank to protect her if the wolf attacked, cutting the intruder a baleful and unforgiving stare.