Two Rivers Isle it's the living who are ghosts.

Ady had heard Ully's tones and had headed in that direction. Did they have another beast at their borders. She moved in the same spot she always did. Behind Ully's hip and back, knowing he wouldn't want her inbetween him and whatever creature was in front of them. 

She saw the wound and she frowned. She had seen that before, or wolves that had spoken against her father. She winced in sympathy. This was probably not something Ulrich was used too, because usually when that was done these wolves were then unable to speak of their injustices and they usually disappeared. Ady had never questioned after them, because frankly she was afraid of the answer.

He probably can't talk. At least not well. She whispered to Ully as she arrived.