Blackfeather Woods phantom of borrowed life

Shisu momentarily jolted by the arrival of one smaller then herself. A curious blue gaze slowly turned to meet a ghostly white, unaware that the white pup was related to the small black terror she faced many weeks before. Like herself, she stood out from the darkened woods. The two pale and light figures stood within the Blackfeather Woods, watching what one called spirits.

The silver fae dipped her head to the the side and repeated at what the other said, "spirits..?" She knew of them, she knew the types of them as well. The spirits of nature itself, the spirit of ancestors (which often goes along with the spirits of nature) and the dark ones. Consumed in sin, Shisu hoped these beautiful blue wisps were not of that kind, "are they... from mother nature?" She inquired, eyes retracting back to the ghostly orbs in wonder.