Boartusk Heights youngblood

of course not! <3 you are welcome any time, I appreciate the snatching!

Someone follows. Their eyes prick the back of his skull. He turns, but he is met by mist.

Diego squints against oblivion. Heavy sheets plume about him, wrapping the land in a think cloud and obscuring the den from sight. Had it been this dense when he'd left? He must not have noticed; he could only see now that he could no longer see what he knew was right in front of him.

Little nose works the air. It is sharp. He sneezes - and in blinking away the residue, he sees the ghost silhouetted through the shroud.

But Diego does not run. He stands his ground, fur on end and lip curled in a toothy warning.