Blackfeather Woods tillojak

Spirit, inquired the other and the ghost liked that. "Spirit!" she decided with determination in her voice as he suggested this to her. She licked her lips while he proudly announced he was Sos. The pale child thought it was a bit silly that others would take such pride in their name, of all things. "Sows," she clumsily repeated, clearly not as adept at language as pups her age usually were. The pale child had listened to many words and knew the meaning of many things, but she did not prefer to use that kind of language -- spoken language.

With an unspoken gesture the spirit lead the way towards where the frog had headed, silently inviting this 'Sos' along while she started to track frog-scent to continue the hunt.