King Elk Forest drive my heart into the night

Phiipa half chided and half assured him, speaking that he'd done nothing to warrant her forgiveness. He didn't agree and his ears slicked back to his skull but obediently he did not argue with his new vladetes. Instead, the wraith drew in a deep breath and let it out in a soft expel of breath. She asked him if it was what he wanted — but he did not respond to that question either. The Officer had made it clear that he was a weapon and that was his only purpose in life. Opinions and what he wanted had no place for a dog, for a weapon. Despite that she was giving him the options, Ghost chose to not see them as such, if only because he had not been raised to consider what he wanted. The Officer had never asked questions — at least not when it came to what Ghost wanted — he simply demanded. Thus, Ghost twisted Phiipa's questions into commands. His life was easier like that, less messy and complicated; and perhaps he clung to it because it was what he knew and in it's morbid and twisted way it was safe.

Wordlessly, Ghost, at the invitational wave of her golden colored tail, joined her and followed her as she led the way to her home.