Blackfeather Woods ghosts

Zaaba curiously watched the creature who approached her. She had seen dogs before in her ventures to human cities, but never had she seen a dog out in the wilderness. Well. Perhaps this was fortuitous. If the ranks of this pack were accepting of dogs, then surely they’d let a coyote in, no?

Hello, said the dog.

“Hello,” Zaaba replied, her tail set to a friendly wag.

Home? the dog asked. Speak, Rowan?

Zaaba tilted her head, trying to understand. “Zaaba does not know a Rowan,” she told the dog. “As for home, she is hoping that this will become so. Tell Zaaba, do you think she would be let in? After all, they let you in, yes? Are the wolves here… kind?”