Mud Monsters and Pack ghosts
05-31-2020, 01:57 AM
The parted the grasses and began their search. Mal skimmed the ground for their own trails from last night, finding them easily... but, aside from Mort's companions, nothing else seemed to cross the earth before them. Hmm. That was strange, but no stranger than last night, she supposed. In the day it seemed less ominous, and more of a curious anomaly.
It took some time before they came across the patch of earth and sand. They stood before it, her tail twitching behind her as she eyed the scene of the crime. Where she'd passed through a ghost, supposedly. A shiver rippled up her spine, but the tease of the wind across the grasses was normal. Natural. Like any other day. The contrast was -- well -- night and day, just how different everything looked, and felt, with the sunlight touching everything.
She raised her eyebrows at Mort, and stepped carefully out into the clearing. Then, looking around, she suddenly plopped to the earth, sending up a cloud of dust. "Yeah...." She craned her neck to look at Mort, green eyes slitted and glinting with mischief. "I don't see anything here." With a playful swipe of her paw, she sent a flurry of dust Mort's way.