Mud Monsters and Pack ghosts

Her laughter would have warmed the air, if it wasnt for the shuddering touch to it. The uncertain, the nerves. Mort forced out a soft chuckle of his own, as through they were just a bunch of kids, scaring each other. It was better then thinking they had either lost the plot, or touched a world they should never have known. He wanted to go back to the innocence of a day ago. He no longer held steel certainty in his reality. "You did... you did see all that, right?" He whispered, even knowing she had. He wanted to hear her say it.

He flinched when she raised her voice, speaking as theough to another. Speaking to the phantom that had haunted them this night. She spoke as though it was a lost soul, that the call for help had been from it, and an honest plea. He supposed it hadnt felt sinister, even if it had creeped them both the hell out. "Might." He repeated back to her, voice a mutter. If it lifted a finger against them, Mort was fighting for his friend. Trying not to look as through it was he who needed the comfort, he stayed pressed against her side, unsquishing his wing and folding it over her. Protection and comfort both, as he walked closely side by side with her.