Blackfeather Woods glow in the dark

The fondness seemed mutual between the Ghost and the Night. Yet, if she did not stick around, perhaps the child would forget about their short while together. She liked the girl, far more than any other pup she had encountered, so losing the connection because she was always busy simply wasn't an option. She promised herself then that, whatever may come, this child would be protected. If the mother didn't want her anymore, Nyx would look after her, even though that sounded unlikely to ever happen.

Oh- She let out, surprised. You got me. She smiled. She could hardly say the grab at her nose hurt, but she pretended to be defeated. Her head lowered and her tongue flopped out. She was totally dead now.