Her heart is a ghost, a white she-wolf.  She trots though the shadows, trying not to be seen.  She knows the dangers are out there.  She knows the heartache those dangers cause.  She has no home.

She is misunderstood.  Many fear her, many hate her.  Some love and admire her from afar, for the wild thing she is.  But no one truly knows her, they are all too afraid of the unknown.  Too afraid to get close.  So her heart travels this road alone.

She was not designed to travel alone.  She was designed for a pack, friends, family.  But she fits nowhere.  She is alone to battle the dangers of the forest.  She is powerful, smart, cunning, reliable.  She will survive the woods alone.  But she hopes that she will not have to survive alone forever.  She hopes one day she will find her pack, her home.

Until then she moves silently, unseen, through the shadows and mist.  She will fight when she must, stay hidden and unseen when she can.  No one wants to understand something so wild.  Surviving the hunting grounds for her heart.  An arrow may seek out and find her heart one day, but not today.  Today she is a ghost.  A ghost trotting through the shadows and mist.