Whitefish River Paranormal whacktivity

I don't mind at all. :D

The lack of sensory input soon became maddening. Peregrine slid forward onto his belly and pushed his black toes toward the water. Before they reached it, he heard a muffled splash and froze again, every muscle quivering as his ears pricked atop his dark crown. His whiskers twitched like so many tautly-strung piano strings and his dusky eyes tried ineffectually to cut through the fog.

"Who's there?" he eventually called, his voice sounding strangely hollow in the misty murk.