Mud Monsters and Pack ghosts

*Malalia* · 05-26-2020, 05:53 PM

Mal briefly glanced over at Mortis when he pressed closer, though for the most part her gaze remained on the parting grass, eyes flitting this way and that at every little movement within the fields. She nodded slowly at Mortis' words, tail lowering as she beat back the animal fear that tingled under her skin. Ghosts weren't real (to her knowledge, anyway), but enemies were. And if this was more than a mere flicker of shadows, a trick of the light, it was their duty to investigate. She wouldn't let a little campfire story get in the way of that, not for anything.

The next move of the grasses settled it for her. Trepidation gave way to resolve as Malalia stalked forward, backlit by the lapping flames, ever cautious. Her ears twitched at the night sounds that enveloped them, but nothing out of the ordinary came to her, even as she strained to hear. She was finely tuned to every little sound, scent, or movement, then.

The tawny wolf paused at the bank of the long grass, hesitating for only a second before stepping into them, the blades brushing ever so softly against her fur. Inward she went, and onward, step by step. Her nose hovered above the floor, taking in the scents, trying to see a tuft of fur, the imprint of paw steps in the sparse, scattered shards of moonlight. "I'm not smelling anything," she frowned, though she was a bit more relieved. "Are you?"

"Speech"

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