Blackfeather Woods the black star

There was usually disconcertion on the faces of the wolves that she told these sort of things. Imagine how surprised the spirit was to find that he did not seem to find discomfort in her presence -- for as far as she could tell from his face, anyway. It seemed a good way to figure out who was good wolf or bad wolf, the spirit thought to herself, to speak of Sithis. Good wolves did not mind being haunted, after all.

She let out a short squeal of child-like glee as he continued to explore the area, accepting her presence easily. While he continued to explore the area, the spirit went to explore some of the glowing mushrooms. She liked the way they made the tip of her nose glimmer when she came in real close.