Mud Monsters and Pack ghosts

*Malalia* · 05-28-2020, 03:21 AM

That was true enough, she supposed, nodding in agreement. She'd briefly forgotten that Mortis still denned with his family. She'd have been doing the same, around this time. Mal pushed the thought away, and instead chuckled briefly at his tired yawn, wondering if he'd actually gotten a wink of sleep that night. It seemed they'd had differing inclinations post their little ghost sighting, but Mal couldn't blame him if he had stayed up. She might've done the same had she not been so exhausted -- if nothing else, than just to make sure nothing else strange appeared in the night.

Taking a quick moment to return the ox pelt, she loped back over to the firepit and waved her tail at Mort -- a goodbye or an invitation, depending on whether he followed her or not. Her den wasn't too far away after all, lying on the west side of the pond. If he did tag along, she'd bump his shoulder in farewell, once they made their way over there. It was still nothing more than a little hill with an entrance, but she'd gradually expanded the inner chambers over time. Malalia ducked inside and curled up on the furs, releasing a soft, tired sigh.

"Speech"

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