Mud Monsters and Pack ghosts
05-26-2020, 10:01 PM
Malalia vaulted backwards with a not-so-brave shriek/growl/yelp as the leopard stomped on her paws with their own, a shiver running up her spine when the blade of grass was tickled just under her chin. She was about to rear forward again, ears pinned as her lips curled in an instant to snarl... but then she saw the ploy for what it was.
She panted disbelievingly as she stepped away from the grass, shards of laughter breaking away from her maw as she bent her head. "Dammit!"
She'd been played, and even in her irritation she couldn't keep a straight face. "Well, I didn't think it was an actual ghost!" she growled, the tone good-natured. "...But yeah, I guess I was." Her gaze found Mort and she narrowed her eyes, attempting to shoulder his side hard with her own, though the movement was unlikely to move the overgrown cub much. "That was a good one," she admitted. "Were they listening this whole time, or...?" She hadn't seen Mortis give any sort of signal, not one that she would recognize anyway.