Meadowlark Prairie my face turned pale as deadly pale

A teasing cuff of the ears was given, a rough nip, as the ghost passed Squeaky on her way down to the festivities. "Smell ya later, Squeaky!" laughed the ghost before she stormed down towards the caretaker and all others that had gathered, without waiting to see if her dark counterpart responded.

There she waited with excitement brimming inside, though her cold face showed none. She looked at Mou briefly, staring straight at him and then turned her head away while she stayed near the edge of the gathering -- as always, teetering on the edge of the wolves and the rest of the forest -- the spirit world.