Mud Monsters and Pack ghosts

Mortis snorted softly at her words. Now that the excitement was over, and he had a warm fire and friendship beside him, he wasnt so sure. He could laugh it off now. And he wouldn't have traded the fun they had had for the world. He had only joked about the ghost stories, telling them had been an adventure all on it's own.

"Tonight was amazing, best camp night ever." He agreed. He felt like a different person in Mals company, every moment was an adventure. Nothing felt like a chore, or a difficulty. It was a challange, a and fun. He enjoyed every moment of it.

He nudged his elbow against her paw in a return gesture. He was no longer sleepy, thought he couldnt have gotten much shut-eye. He felt energized by the night. He poked a stick at the flames, collapsing some cinders and sparking up a better flame. "We should roll up some beds. Stick them in a cover, oil it for water protection, then we can just roll them out by the fire whenever we please." His parents didnt give him a curfew, they trusted in him. Evey night she pleased could be like this, laughter and fun by the fire.