Felltree Marsh i was in darkness

She expressed her gratitude as to which the wraith chose no verbal response to but gave a small, affirmative nod of his head to acknowledge it. Admittedly, her words had came out sounding a bit strange, and Ghost was perceptive enough to pick up on this but he did not take it to insult nor contemplate it further. It was what it was. His interpretation on anything aside from dominance and aggression had been dulled under The Officer and those were the two things he understood the very best. Everything else was subjective and met with little more than a furrowed brow, muted curiosity or a sage nod. Her soft woof initiated their journey and Ghost fell naturally to the rear of their two person train. He hovered close, instinctively, cold silver gaze sweeping the desolate marshland for any signs of danger as they proceeded through it's murky depths. Banner was not The Officer but while in his companionship, for however brief or long it was fated to be, she was under his protection. He kept his gait even, long strides hindered so that he did not out stride her, but he found himself moving to flank her left side.

There were no immediate signs of any threats but that did not mean that the Ghost wasn't vigilant. It occurred to him as they moved to inquire how far her home was from these marshlands but he had missed his window, and doubted it would be appreciated if he attempted to speak around the crane corpse he carried for her. Besides, he told him, it didn't much matter how far her home was. He had agreed to carry the crane for her as far as she wanted him to and Ghost saw his missions through.