Trust The Unseen

Onyx sighed as the purple wolf insisted that she was ghost simply because she said she wasn't. But she still kept her attention observing the crystals along the dead residents of the crypt. "I've always been blue." She definitely seemed uninterested in keeping company with the young wolf. But her company seemed to think otherwise. "I said, I'm not a ghost." She huffed while turning her eye toward the purple girl, she would be easily ready for a fight. As she quickly went to look back at the crystals, she leapt up and brought her paws down hard on them, breaking a few of the taller crystals before scooping them up and attempting to take them for herself. She turned back to the girl, almost ready to leave the crypt, "And no, I don't know what you're talking about." But her eyes moved up to the fireflies, because she had only come in here originally because of the whispers that led further into the maze. Maybe the girl would catch on to her lie, or maybe she just wouldn't care.

"Onyx"