Blackfeather Woods my life and all seemed turned to clay

And wherever Squeaky was, the white shadow was somewhere nearby. Large ears folded forward when she heard the call, and she beckoned even if it was not for her. It did not take the spirit long to find Squeaky, the dark one, dragging something along that thud-thudded to the ground grimly. A dead smile stared at the pale child as she looked to see what it was. She remained in the darkness of the forest even though her pale fur gave her away easily, and even though without a doubt Squeaky had already picked up her scent or noticed her in some other way; maybe even simply knew that she was there without needing to hear her say it. She followed in silence while the whispers in her ears beckoned her closer to this.. whatever was happening.

feel free to skip me unless they address her :)