Stark could tell immediately that the ghost wolf was trembling.
Its body, once steady and confident, now shook with unease, its translucent fur flickering faintly under the dim light of the mist.
'Hm.'
It would've been useful to have the wolf with him through the [Land of Mist], but maybe that wasn't possible yet.
Its loyalty still wasn't high enough.
Trust took time, even with a mount like this one.
Stark exhaled lightly, then stepped down from the ghost wolf's back.
His boots touched the damp ground as the fog swirled around his feet.
He reached for the bell, ready to unsummon the creature and move alone.
But before he could—
Hoowllll!
The ghost wolf raised its head and howled, a haunting echo rolling through the silver haze.
Stark stopped immediately.
The wolf turned toward him, meeting his eyes.
"...?" Stark tilted his head slightly.
The ghost wolf then bent down, lowering itself to the ground as if inviting him to climb back up.
