Blackfeather Woods going off my head, down to somewhere

The pale child was distracted but briefly by the sound of the dark one crashing into the earth. Ears cupped forward, but the comical somersault or its origins -- her -- was lost on her as the fluttering of the butterfly caught her eyes once more. By the time the dark one turned back, the ghost child's attention was fully on the butterfly as it darted by. She continued on towards it 'til she reached it and an interested, possessive growl bubbled in the ghost child's throat as she stared at it, lowered her body to the ground and prepared for a jump to catch it.