Squeak and Creak

The howling of the storm and moaning of the ship had filled Arayne's dreams with ice demons, whose skeletal lupine forms clawed and bit at the ship, attempting to tear their way in and freeze her.

So when her eyes opened to see a wolf's skull inches from her face, it was understandable that it would be a shock. "Gah!" she yelped. She backpedaled away from the specter, but her claws were unable to get traction on the metal floor, and she tripped, landing in a pile of debris. "Wh-who are you?" she managed, attempting to regain her feet. When she could finally stand again, her ears were plastered to her skull and her tail looked very close to tucking itself between her legs. Was this some sort of evil spirit or something? Had she intruded in it's lair?

Her eyes darted towards the hole she had come through in, trying to assure herself that it was still open. She wasn't a fighter, if worse came to worse than she would need to make a break for it. As if to taunt her, the wind increased in pitch for a few moments. It was stand her ground, or risk freezing.