Stavanger Bay Morgenstern Balding

The conversation took a bit of a turn when the she-wolf began to speak of ghosts. Heph had both heard and told a ghost story or two in her own time, they were useful for scaring pups and even occasionally her brother and sister, but she could tell that the other wolf did not believe them any more than Heph did. It made it a less entertaining avenue to explore so she considered the question - it had quite slipped her mind and she was somewhat unsure how to answer it. But she had no reason to be dishonest.

She considered. "When I first traveled here I had not seen many mountains, I've climbed to the tops of them and seen the night sky and the world below from them." There was a far-off quality to her voice as she worked to recall the places she had been. While they amazed her and she had enjoyed them in the moment life in the present was so consuming sometimes the memories were difficult to pull to the surface. "Far east of here, I've seen stone forests where the tops of the stones looked like mushrooms." It had been one of the first places she had really found after leaving her old pack, it had been what had convinced her she had not made a complete mistake leaving them - that the world really would be full of wonderful things. Her lips twitched and she added. "I've followed moose and seen them dive like otters." That had been terrifying, she had almost been afraid to swim after that.

Turning her gaze back towards the present she asked "What about you? Ghosts, the sun disappearing in the day?" She thought of the more outlandish stories she had been told - perhaps there was some truth in them, but until she saw them herself she could not be sure.