Blackfeather Woods glow in the dark

A playful and endearing little growl rumbled in the ghost child's throat as she pawed repeatedly at the large toes, but she was soon distracted once more by the stardust wolf's words. She was not very used to being talked to yet, for it was mostly just their lifebringer and caregiver that raised the pups; the pale child was not accustomed to words.

But she took the challenge on head first and after glancing at the stardust wolf with a tilted head as she tried to comprehend what was being said she instead simply tried to mimic. "Owst!" she echoed with a rough tone to her voice, which was normally only used for, well, an assortment of sounds, but not talking, so far.