Blackfeather Woods i'm in a pressure today

The pale child had a lifetime of learning how to keep things from the dark one or take them from her. So when the dark one dropped and fell, tumbling to the ground, the pale child was quick to follow the prize. With her eyes at first, but soon teeth caught up with eyes and the pale child snatched the stick from the ground. Without missing a beat she picked it up from its landing place before either the dark one or the new one managed to reach her, and she turned and doubled back.

The ghost dashed closely past the new one who looked like the dark one, a taunting smirk on her face as she did so. If he reacted quickly enough perhaps he would have time to grab the stick as she passed by, before she -- and likely the dark one right behind her -- would leave him far behind again as she zigzagged through the thick forest.