Mud Monsters and Pack ghosts
06-21-2020, 08:49 PM
Ah, there he was. "All done," she confirmed. She bumped his shoulder in greeting, and perhaps a bit of comfort. The fire was roaring, bright and warm, but elsewhere the plains were enveloped in darkness, the sea of grass waving mysterious, foreboding in the distance. Nothing out of the ordinary, though... not yet. Parting from the boy, she settled down beside the flames, grateful for the warmth that seeped into her fur. Winter had long since settled in. The nights were bone-achingly cold, and she might not've agreed to the excursion had there not been a campfire around.
But there was, and so here they were, where the fire crackled lowly, and the wind whispered through the grass.
She flicked her ears, let her head drop into her paws. "So what do we do now? Tell the ghost stories again?" Did it matter who went first, or if they were the same stories? Did it matter if they said anything at all? Perhaps their presence alone would draw out... whatever they had seen.
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