Blackfeather Woods going off my head, down to somewhere

The ghost child observed as the dark one walked into the courtyard, snarls ablaze and cheeks puffed. She let out a huff -- she did not care much -- and watched at the gnarled-looking piece of root between the dark one's teeth. The pale one was not one for showing off, but even she was not immune to the whims of the pup and there was an itch she could not quite explain to challenge for this piece of garbage the dark one had. Instinct required her to hone her skills and the ghost child suddenly bolted from her spot by the side of the clearing with a loud "yee-ow!" She headed towards the dark one and aimed to collide at the shoulder. Should she succeed in catching the dark one off-guard, the pale child would make a grab for the root, hoping to snatch it from her teeth and run off with it.