Blackfeather Woods tillojak

The pale child did not look behind to see if he would follow, now engulfed in her frog-quest once more. She walked right past the frog she had been initially chasing, which was sitting very silently by the side of her path, pretending not to exist. It worked well enough for it as she passed right by it. White eyes scanned the area, breathlessly waiting for a movement among the grasses...

Discontent with the lack of frogs the ghost turned around suddenly and pounced at the other child with the company of a loud "Raaaarrrw!", fully intending to pin him or at the very least start a wrestling match there.