Felltree Marsh i was in darkness

The crane did not appear to know what had hit him at the moment of impact and Ghost did not allow it to suffer long. With violent shakes of his head and the tightening of his jaws upon the bird's delicate throat, crushing it, the crane was dead with a gasping squawk of protest before it's head and neck fell limp between Ghost's jaws. With that minuscule mission fulfilled there was no satisfaction to follow, simply an acknowledgment. He could hunt, he could keep himself alive of course. Yet, that knowledge did not precisely fill him with any sort of pride. Could being a lost phantom truly be considered alive? Unaware that the marsh was not as unoccupied as he'd first assumed he drug the crane to dry land, still unsure what he wanted to do with it. He had caught a fox a few hours previous and wasn't all that hungry.

It was then that he noticed her. She watched from afar and his muscles tensed with caution. He didn't like being watched, it made him uncomfortable and he wasn't honestly sure what to do with his discomfort. Silver gaze stared at her, cold and distant before his head lowered to look at his kill and then her. If she was hungry, or if she would take it for whatever purpose she wanted Ghost could not come to any conclusion why he shouldn't offer his kill. He wasn't going to eat it and as a vagabond he had no place to take it. Letting it here for some scavenger to find or to decay with the trunks and limbs that littered the muck covered marsh seemed wasteful.

He contemplated it for a few seconds longer, his docked tail giving a slight twitch, as if it had not been mutilated it would have swept thoughtfully across his haunches. He remembered what it was like to have a full tail and he remembered the agonizing pain he'd endured as The Officer mutilated it to the stub it was now. A shudder of remembrance slithered down his spine, unpleasant and lingering like metal in his mouth. Yet, as disgusting as it was Ghost missed him. Or rather, missed the purpose that he'd given him. “Are you hungry?” He asked her before his salmon pink tongue slid across his jowls to collect any stray blood that might have collected upon his lips and chin.