The Tangle It takes two to tangle

His ears leaned back towards his crown as she seemed to giggle. Bunyip didn't understand. Ghosts weren't supposed to laugh. They were supposed to bellow that the end was near. They were supposed to sink icy fangs into you. The boy had never once been told about friendly ghosts.

Even at her explanation, he didn't feel fully safe in the pale one's presence. Bunyip pulled himself off the ground and slowly moved a few feet away. His short hefty body was crouched low as green eyes looked the female over. Tundra. The word softly slipped past his uneasy smile. You must be confused. If everyone in this tundra is as pale as you, you must live in the graveyard. He explained as if it was an obvious fact.

Bu-but! The male chided. If you're a kind ghost and willing to let me go for just a wee bit longer, maybe I can help you out. Bunyip had no idea what he could possibly help a ghost with but it was a shot in the dark worth taking.