double rainbow

ooc. I'm terribly sorry about the wait! D:
casually slips into the wrong tense

The little dame takes notice of the ruckus, obviously. Who wouldn't? She comes ambling over, seeking something on the ground. To be quite truthful, the ghost finds great joy in being as enigmatic as this. How many wolves has this female seen in a tree? No doubt quite few. It takes a moment, but she catches on. Optics roll upward, landing upon her pallid form upon the bough. Lips part to offer a remark, which ends up being quite drole.
"How's the weather up there?" she asks, which is something the phantom has heard all too many times. It's most likely a reference to her perch in the tree, but could just as easily be a quip about her height. Regardless, the faintest of smiles crosses her face.
"Probably a bit colder than down there, if I'm in keeping with the joke." she offers in reply, tail wagging just a little. She eases her rump onto the bough, and cranes her neck to keep her mercury gaze focused on the other wolf. The spark of bravado remains, as curious as ever.