Soggy Ghost

The young wolf felt more than a little strange being this far from home. He’d been chasing his falcon, lost in the thrill of it as he tore through the lands after her. When he stopped to catch his breath, he was already pretty far from home, and so he started to wonder. Sticking his curious nose here and there until he arrived at the swampy territory. He stuck his nose up at the thick, muggy scent of the place.

Not one to back out of a challenge, he moved forward. Darting a glance up occasionally to the sky, where his falcon could be seen swooping. So long as he knew where she was, she could lead him home again.

Moving further in, he startled at a white shape in the fog, and let out a soft gasp before he could stop it. A ghost! Was that a ghost?


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