Mud Monsters and Pack ghosts

*Mortis* · 06-21-2020, 09:29 PM

He smiled at his friend, tail wagging gently behind him as he glanced from her, to the fireplace, and the pack lands beyond. The two of them were slipping into the roles of investigators, and he was sure they would find an answer. Tonight, hopefully.

He turned back to Malalia, to see her settling by the fire. That seemed like a good idea. Even with his extra feather-layering he still felt the chill of the night. He settled down near her, his side exposed to the heat of the flames. He let out a soft sigh, leaning into the warmth. It was good to stop, and relax, after a day of training and working.

Not that this was a break, exactly. He perked up at her words, glancing back to the ominous grass beyond. He had never considered it malicious before, but it definitely felt a little more… forbidding these days.

He considered her words for a moment, a thoughtful expression on his muzzle. “Hmmm..” he raised his head, and his voice, calling out. “Anya? Corn Ghosts? Whoever you are?” he let his voice echo and fall silent, waiting to see if something in the night stirred

"Mortis"

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