Blackfeather Woods waiting for something or someone to show you the way

Words came to greet her, of course, as they tended up. She guzzled them all up, understood them though did not look like she was making an effort to in any way. She just stared blankly at the other, blinking. Upon the question, she answered no more than a haunting: "Spirit." The pale one had been told her name was Averna on many an occasion but to her, names did not matter. She remembered well the boy who thought her to be a real ghost, a real spirit, and she considered herself as such too. Among the wolves of speech lived the family of spirits and she, with her haunting ghostly white appearance, she was truly a spirit, a ghost, she believed. Living between the realm of spirits and this one.

As her attention was gathered towards the moon the ghost looked up. Azura... She remembered something about this, but shook her head nonetheless, then looked hungrily at the girl with the weird paw; hungry for information.