Otatso Wetlands Lay it to rest

The fact that he answered her question told the lupine one thing; he was definitely alive. Ghosts and phantoms weren't known to speak, but make noise and cause trouble instead. Her amber orbs narrowed a bit, examining the brute's form. She'd never thought to consider that he may not be able to fully understand her, nor did she think to ask what might be wrong with him since he was clearly unwell. No, those types of questions evaded her cranium entirely, leaving her only with ones that probably wouldn't matter to the brute.
"What brings you here?" Sen inquired, a cold edge to each individual word. "Looking for the 'ghosts'?"
The questioned was enough to bring a smirk to her face. Her voice was cocky and like ice, but she didn't see it that way. To her, her words held only sarcasm, nothing more or less.