Shadewood Walking ghost

At the leaders encouraging words, the boy let his tail thump against the dusty ground, sending clouds of silt to rise up and drift towards the river. He rose to his paws to stand in an eager posture, his head still lowered slightly in the universal show of submission. The fear and uncertainty he harboured still resided within him yet he trusted that the burly brute, the pale woman and their fellows would be able to guide him forwards. Burke's words confirmed his hope and he nodded eagerly, parting his maw to voice his regards. "You have my thanks," he flashed a smile to the duo. He would gladly riddle the lands with his scent in order for their forming band to rise to prosperity, much like his father had done for Bluegrass. With a curious twitch of his ears, he took a step forwards as he waited for them to lead him back towards their settlement.