Days Move Slowly [Arwen]

Natha continued to work at cleaning herself, her raspy tongue sorting through the knotted fur on her chest. It was important to keep clean, especially if she wanted to hunt late. Any left over scent of blood could tip off her prey. Natha preferred to have as much in her favor as was possible. As she was working on her coat a flash of brilliant color caught her attention out of the corner of her eye and her fur stood on end as she turned to see a strange looking wolf. The canine was smaller than many of the wolves she'd encountered in this place but it was the way the girls coat seemed to shine and glow that caught Natha's attention. That was spirit work, she was certain of it. Well if this was some hybrid wisp she knew better than to follow it off into the forest. Natha's left ear twitched as she watched the canine site and stare at her curiously. Unconsciously Natha's own head tilted to the side as she gaze at the wolf. "What are you? Are you the spirit of this forest?"