Mud Monsters and Pack ghosts

He grinned as he watched his friend go down the opposite path to himself. For him, sleep would be impossible. He still had adrenaline running in his veins. The memory of the ghost behind his eyes. He looked back to Mal, and saw her sleepy form, through she wasnt put just yet. Perhaps she was still, like him, unnerved by the events. Remembering her gentle hum earlier and how it had eased him, he cleared his throat. He had never sung before in his life. He had heard a few songs, one in particular he remembered from his mothers lips. It started out rough and husky, before smoothing into something soft and sweet. His singing was barely a whisper, but he discovered he could hold a tune without someone needing to cover their ears. "As you go through life you'll see there is so much that we Don't understand And the only thing we know Is things don't always go the way we planned.

"But you see everyday that we'll never turn away, When it seems all your dreams come undone We will stand by your side
Filled with hope and filled with pride.."

He continued on, voice as soft as he could make it, until he believed Mals breathing had evened out. When he believed her asleep, he rose with a soft groan, stretching out his muscles. He was young, but he had also been up for most of the night, and had been chilled to the bone for a chunk of it. Walking in a tired, uneven path, he made it to the packs called. Luckily it lay very close to the firepit. He pulled open the door, grabbed out a thick ox coat, and returned to the girl. He lay it gently over her prone figure, tucking in her paws. That done, he say by the fire, occasionally feeling it fuel, and watching the stars. A content smile gracing his lips, and every now and then he hummed to a tune.