What he would find was a small girl sitting near the lake smiling gently giggling gently as she pet a wolf head gently. She looked around slowly and saw the hunter. Her Indian feathers in her hair she was young only around eight years old looking she was small girl. She looked at him and climbed into a. Tree swiftly and the wolf was gone like the mist of the lake. The lake gave off a scary feeling almost like a ghost, looking down gently she smiles at the hunter eyes glowing greenish blue. The feathers shifted in the wind slightly.

The wind blew the trees side ways and lake started to stir. Coming from the lake was the white doe her white pelt shines gently looking around. She liked at the hunter and glares gently looking around slowly.