Anahita - Meaning "immaculate, undefiled" from Avestan a "not" and ahit "unclean". This was the name of the Persian goddess of fertility and water.
The fog has been thick in this valley since you arrived a few hours ago. Your paws are tired from the walking, and the moisture from the fog has left you unable to continue to scent the trails of your prey you entered these woods to find. You make your way down a small hill to lap at the clear waters of a creek. As you sip from the stream in front of you, your eyes catch the reflection of a figure adjacent from you. You lift your head hurriedly, to look up at the owner of this reflection. The blue eyes of a she-wolf catch your gaze and hold it, unwavering. She holds herself with grace and poise, you feel the itch to tuck your tail between your legs and she stares at you. Though her eyes do not move from yours, you feel like she is assessing every atom of your being with her penetrating gaze. Though your exchange only lasts a few heartbeats, it seems like it has been minutes before she serenely turns her body and moves back into the foliage. You stand there, waiting for her to reappear, but nothing happens. Nothing but an exchange of glances. As you make your way back to your own den, you briefly wonder if the wolf was ever real to begin with..
