Little bits and pieces, falling to the corners
The ghost was wandering again, having lost track of her brother. Where had he gotten to now? Her broad paws struck the ground with frightening silence, a complete lack of sound following in her wake. A form could be seen through the willow bows, with a pelt of the same hues as the trees themselves. Glacier orbs peered through the cool branches, watching the wolf as he traipsed through the flora. He was a curious little wolf, mumbling to himself in foreign tongues. Her passage was silent as she trailed after him, following his movements closely. He couldn't know she was following, she was upwind of him and moving with her eerie brand of silence. The scarred femme was curious to see what he would do, skulking through the willows like he was. Would he get angry and attack something? Or just lay down and wallow in misery? Emotions weren't her strong suit, leaving her with a cold sense of intrigue. Her only remaining audit twitched to capture the sounds of his mindless ambling, while she watched him boredly. He really wasn't that much fun. With a quiet sigh, she decided she might as well stop stalking him. The twig was rather conveniently underfoot, and when she stepped on it it crackled nicely. With that, she simply kept following behind him, hidden amid all of the willow boughs. He would notice her soon enough, but she wasn't dumb enough to test his friendliness. |