Blackfeather Woods adventure time

The pale child grew, though her use of words remained stilted and little. The dark one @Astara did not often use words and neither did their caretaker @Relmyna -- and so, the ghostly child did neither. She was as most children are: easily distracted by little things, eager to explore and brusquely trotting into the unknown with no seeming sense of danger. She would babble at times but the words she spoke often made no sense. Some other pack mates would speak to her but while she sometimes repeated words, the ghost child seemed to have little interest -- or perhaps knowledge that it was a possibility -- in learning those words. Her eyes were becoming lighter, showing the signs that the last of colour she had held -- baby blue eyes -- would soon be faded too.

That day the ghost had been lingering near the glen in a bout of boredom as the sun created blotchy spots on the ground. After spending an hour catching the playful light the child grew bored and distracted and she started to make her way through the surrounding lands. She had visited the dark forests many times, and each time they brought something else. Soft whispers brought words to her ears that made no sense and yet all the sense in the world as white paws brought her into the darkness. Like a beacon she stood out in these lands, but there was something about the way she walked and stalked that showed she belonged. Every now and then a bird would fly up and she'd pounce for it -- missing, of course. As she came up to a tree there were signals carved into it, left there by someone at some time. Nonsensical signals that spoke to her in some way, that made the chanting whispers in her ears intensify. The ghost looked upon them and then she pounced for the tree before bounding further into the darkness with a playful growl, looking for the next adventure.