Blacktail Deer Plateau reporting the patterns row by line

"Ghosts, yes," Osprey nodded with such excitement and vigour, as if she was the expert ghosthunter/-watcher/-whisperer around these areas and had seen every single spirit that hadn't found peace on Earth and therefore was rendered from moving on. Some may hold a belief that sinners were the only ones, who didn't go to heaven - she disagreed, thinking that it could not be that simple. Everyone got a choice, even in afterlife. So... palteau had ghosts and she, who in reality had seen nothing that would give a rock solid proof to this theory, had to come up with something.

"I don't know much about the beginning's of this pack or anything that could have happened here before that," because every ghost story usually was bound to some sort of tragedy or unhappy event, but couldn't it be so that a former living being had enjoyed the life on Earth so much that it had decided to roam in it even after death? And this very idea was the one that gave bones, flesh and soul to... "Caia - the fluffy ghost," she said with a lopsided smile. "It looks almost like us - except it is smaller and it's coat is thick and seems almost silky. It has small, triangular ears and round, black, bead-like eyes. Giggles and frolics around during clear nights, scares the living hell out of those, who don't know her," she paused. "She invites you to play with her."