spirits in my head and they won't go

she hadn't been eastward in a few weeks now, and Heloise was sorely missing traveling. after leaving Winterfell's lands, she wandered to the lake for a quick stop. her intention was not to remain here for long, but the autumn's breeze was nice on her thick coat. the evening was winding down and soon she'd have to go back to her northern home, yet there was no rush. she had done an adaptable job for someone who had no pack experience. patroling, the odd hunting, making sure predators remained away. she was still a wolf - she was not a machine. even Heloise needed a break from time to time.

dipping her head to the lake's surface, she lapped idly at the cool water. her eyes were briefly closed and when she looked up, a dark shape moved across her field of vision. Heloise frowned, smelling a wolf yet seeing no one nearby. perhaps they kept to the treeline, in fear she was a threat? "hello?" the ivory wolf called out, no hesitation in her tone as she addressed whoever was here. there was no need for her to stumble or be fearful. she merely wanted to know if she'd have company here, even if just a bit.