Blackfeather Woods praying for the faithless

"O-Oh gosh..." He was like the mud man, she only saw his ghostly white fur once it was shaken off. Even then it darkened him, desperately clinging to Mou. Shisu had gotten a responds of startle rather then an answer, and only continued to worriedly look at him. She felt he was very pitiful- very timid like a rabbit. She was an anxious being herself, but she felt his was a different wave. 

Shisu followed along, being careful to not end up in the same fate he did. The thick fur she held would be a colossol issue once the mud mixed in. She would still feel warm, unlike the figure before her. Short furred and skinny, an awful combination that made her continue look at him in concern while inquiring once more, "are.. you okay?