Ghost in the swamp

Kove watched the sight unfold before him, finding the thing a bit unsettling but not frightening. It interested him more than anything, and the ghostly wolf found himself curious as to what caused such a thing. He had been able to accept the idea of deities, gods, and goddesses, but ghosts? That was just absurd. Why, of all the things they could probably do, would the spirit of the dead continue to linger in a single place? It seemed foolish and unbelievable to him. What the other mentioned how he didn't think it was a fox, the man held onto a small grin of his own. "Perhaps it was a fox that ingested some bad shrooms? Never know what those things will do to you," he joked, copper eyes watching the place the thing disappeared into rather than the wolf he was speaking with. It only took a matter of seconds for him to turn serious once more, his gaze turning to the darker, living creature. "Ghost of the bog seems to know we're here now," he said, his voice slightly mocking when he spoke the word 'ghost'. "Any clues as to what you think that thing actually was? Not sure what goes on in your mind, but living spirits of the dead doesn't seem too realistic to me." Before the question had even managed to leave his mouth completely, the lighter of the two was already thinking of what could have caused such a thing. A fox was definitely out of the question, but what it truly was didn't seem to want to make itself known.