Ghost on the Ice

She’d slipped away in the night from the festivities, following no particular pull or path, until a gleam of light sent her startling back, eyes dropping to the ground beneath her paws as her hackles bristled. The ground as no longer solid earth, but solid ice, and an ethereal sapphire glow faded from sight as she watched, right where her paw had been.

The sky above as clear, with a half moon shining coldly. It was midnight, and as she stepped forward again, more cautiously, light again bloomed beneath her paws. As she went, she grew more confident that the lake she walked upon was solidly frozen.

A gust sent her mane and tail flying, and briefly, she tipped her muzzle into the biting breeze. She supposed she could see why many wolves preferred the north. Even with the Volcano’s eruption, the north had kept a grip on the beauty it had. Wild and frigid and utterly unforgiving.

She strode forward with her usual grace and elegance. For once, she felt some semblance of peace. It wouldn’t last long. Windows of solitude. But the storm within never quite settled. But for the time being, she was alone, a ghost of shimmering white leaving a trail of glowing blue in her wake.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think