A ghost from the past

He looked back towards his black and white friend and offered her another friendly smile, before settling in to hear what Deathbelle could offer them. His short, loving Auntie didn’t look very hopeful, and the wagging tail of the winged boy began to slow, and then stop. Darn. That sounded like a dead end. It wasn’t what he was hoping for.

“That’s okay Auntie… any ideas how I might find her? I’ve never really had to look for a wolf before. Where would I start?” Deathbelle had been an empress, and stepping down hadn’t impaired any of her wisdom. If anyone could offer them a lead, he still believed Deathbelle was the one.