If it weren't for her two stark silver eyes reflecting in the moonlight through the brush, you'd have never seen her. She was large, her silhouette the size of a large horse, but her body was covered in fur so long it looked like long hair covering her. Her wings were folding on her back, but almost invisible in the night and with her long, soft fur. That fit was a brownish grey, with her facial fur that you could clearly see being a soft white and much shorter than the hair on her body. Her head was peeking out from the bushes and trees on the right of the trail you walked. She locked eyes with you but didn't move a muscle, sitting on her haunches much like a dog

"Keep walking"

It was a very, very soft voice, and was neither masculine nor feminine.