It had been a cooling day for the white beast. The air was scented with flora, of many kinds and the wind was calm. A perfect opportunity to take a quick nap, but she was always mentally busy with her duties. Even if darkness had been banished from her home lands, the mortals still needed tending to. Shaking her pristine fur coat, and stretching her ivory paws just to get a sense of a spirit. One of the dead? Judging by this certain ray of emotions and all together energy. Yes, a young soul too. She had met many former mortals, who could not find themselves moving onto the afterlife, and choosing to roam the plains of the living. Perhaps, this would be no different. Barking suddenly, at the stranger just so his attention is caught well.