Rearranging

The Warlord turned around at the sound of noise, and was just in time to see a coat fall right over the pup. He hadn't even gotten a chance to see which pup it was, but by the size he could guess it was one of Morts. His muzzle twitched with delight, but when he spoke his voice was serious. "Bast, come quick! There's a ghost in the storeroom, it's possessing a coat!" Bast wasn't in hearing but the pup didn't need to know that.


As he walked closer, he made sure to make enough noise that the pup knew he was coming, he grabbed the edge of the coat and gave it a little wiggle. "Come out of there, ghost!"