Rearranging

The weight of the coat was pressing down on her like the water had, but in stark contrast it was warm, which was probably the only thing helping her cling to sanity. When her grandfather called for Bast saying there was a ghost, lavender eyes lit up. Her back end wiggled while the rest of her shook from the combination of anxious energy and trying to make herself not be scared, but what if he didn't think she was the ghost and there was actually a ghost in here? Wolves did die in the flood after all...

She was pulled from her spiraling thoughts by a crack of light appearing under the edge of her prison and she quickly dove for it, wrapping her paws around her grandfather's massive leg and growling ferociously. “Got yew!” The girl yelled before she had even hit her mark, heart just about trying to pound out of her chest, all thoughts of helping forgotten.

“Speech”