Lost Creek Hollow they were pointing ever east

the ghost's appearance was sudden, and her head had been in the process of moving towards her ankle when she started. her muzzle flashed upward, and she realized in an instant that he was no ghost - merely a boy with a certain, soft way of movement. she blinked away her surprise enough to answer him steadily when he asked. "I was hunting and got bit. it's infected." she displayed the ankle and the inflamed lump to the boy, considering for the first time that it might look a little gross.