Blackfeather Woods champagne, cocaine, gasoline

He went on to say some more ghost stuff, and the pale child merely nodded, not sure what he was saying. He seemed to study her for a moment before he asked, seemingly out of the blue: Are you dead? He looked at her face and she stared right back. With a grin put on her face the ghost replied: "Does it matter?" She knew that wolves had a very set image of what a 'ghost' was like, but had any of them ever met any, and who was to say that ghosts didn't appear in various shapes and forms anyway.

The pale child giggled and then suddenly turned around as a flash of movement captured her attention. It was just tiny splotches of light breaking through the trees further up ahead, she soon noted, but paired with the incomprehensible whispers in her ears the spirit decided to follow them anyway. "See ya, Bird!" she called out and she dashed off without waiting to see if Bird followed along.