Shira, the White Wolf, is nearly invisible against the snow until she moves, and she tends to reveal herself to travelers before Fu Lan Chi does. She watches newcomers carefully and cannot be rushed; earn her trust with stillness, a food offering, and respect for the Vigil, and she becomes a guide without words.

She answers questions no one has spoken aloud. She growls low at ropes, harnesses, and anything to do with glider-rigging. She avoids looking toward Frostglen Rest, paces toward paths that lead downward and away, and scratches at tunnels that run toward the chasm. When the party's reasoning is sound she settles into calm focus; when it strays she grows agitated and blocks the way. When danger is near, she paces, bristles, and will not be still.