Bearclaw Valley a seal on the subject

She had found a new place to exist, although she did not like it as much as the gloomy forest. That had been her home, a place where she stuck out. A place where her shadow-side melted into the woods, ready to strike from its shadows, and a place where she, the bright ghostly spirit, shone as brightly as some of the other spirits and mushrooms. The spirits had lead her here, but she was yet to decipher what it was, precisely, that she was doing here.

Perhaps time would tell, or perhaps it would simply sway her elsewhere. Ears pressed back to listen to the howl, but she did not join in her own song, simply continuing her business figuring out the territory that harboured her, for now.