The details were hidden behind the fog but there was no mistaking some of it’s features. A wolfish head, long sharp claws, a somewhat hunched appearance that only shifted when it noticed something. Noticed her. It didn’t seem hostile and that worried lucretia a little bit. Well worried as she could be in a dream like this.
She felt her breath catch in her throat and she’d slowly approach it. She felt nervous, uncertain. There was that edge in her heart she couldn’t quite place either. The sort where it felt like something was grabbing onto you and holding you down to just see what was going on.
Lucretia hesitated and she could hear that growling again; it was low. Sounded a bit familiar for some reason; she’d narrow her eyes and step forward a little bit more. Noting that this shadow… was a lot bigger than her. She met the self same Icy eyes that she often found in a mirror and her heart caught in her chest…
The real version of her’s breathing shifted a bit; from soft and gentle to that of someone having a little bit of an issue with whatever was going on in the realm of dreams...