Blackfeather Woods I hear your voice on the wind

A little ghost followed the leader of the dark woods that night. He had possibly already noticed her, or maybe he was just lost in thought, as the pale child, a beacon in the dark, traipsed through the dark woods at a small distance. As he found the star-dusted wolf, the pale child's ears shot forward and she made her way towards the pair of wolves. They exchanged many words, the growing child was quick to assess, but words often just bored her. Unless they were funny words or words she had not yet learned. The child spoke few words -- few intelligible words, anyway -- but she did learn their meaning by watching others use them or interact with one another.

Without much of a sound the pale child came to a halt beside the dark woods' leader and she looked expectantly between the adults as she studied their conversation, which was interesting enough for her.. for now.