Sunset Valley Underneath it all, we're just savages.

Calloon, who went by many names, had always had his ways of getting into someone's thoughts and heart. The ghost was an interesting creature, though he dismissed this fact himself, full of compassion and justice. True of soul and pure of heart, he listened intently to the white beauty's words and as the word "pack" left her lips he knew The Wise Ones up above had planned another adventure for him. Apparently he did not belong to Easthollow after all, but with the warm-eyed female on the Glacier of the South she spoke of.

He pressed further - big, round eyes with the sparkling ring of gold glistening in the summer sun. It was easy to see he was hungry for more information and interested in what she wanted to tell.