Otatso Wetlands raven's cry

Listening to the other speak, the corners of her maw twitched slightly when she mentioned the place not being very pleasant. She'd seen it as a great place to be, but, then again, there were plenty of shadows that she loved to dwell in within the area. Sen knew not all others were like her, that not all of them enjoyed the same things as she, and she respected that—until there was an opportunity to use such likes and dislikes to play a game with them. A game that caused others to get rather annoyed with her, but it was still a game that she enjoyed to play. Or, at least, she did. The game had started to lose it's alluring nature, but still, she planned to cling to it and play it until it grew entirely too boring.

A question was pulled from her mind to accompany the answer she was about to give. "Rumors say there's ghosts here," Sen responded, giving a shrug of her shoulders as she spoke. "I, personally, think it's just the rantings of someone who ingested a bad mushroom or two." The raven of a wolf was, as she'd often say, a realist. Ghosts where just something told to the young to frightened them in her mind, and couldn't possibly exist in the world.

"Why?" she inquired. "Are you scared of the moving balls of mist and light?"