Curious. Fascinating, truly. The ghost remained still, her icy gaze sweeping across the newly appeared herd. Where had they come from? What were they? Was this some kind of sign? Should she test her luck, dive in and snatch a bite? The thought alone was invigorating, and with a swift decision she crouched low. She didn’t know what they were capable of, so caution was needed. But she also needed answers.

Silently, she crept closer, eyes devouring the forms of the dark blue stags. Testing the wind, she drew in their scent. They smelled like deer, a promise of a good meal. Yet their appearance was something else entirely: strange, stunning, otherworldly. She slowly ran her tongue across her teeth as she slinked nearer. Probably not the wisest idea. But how else was she going to learn the truth?