Ghost in the swamp

Kove mentally shook his head in response to what the other said, not allowing the motion to show as a physical one. “If the dead still lingered on earth with us, I'm positive they'd spend there time in places like this one,” he said back, not caring to elaborate on the reasoning behind his words. His steps were as light as they could be in the mud as he followed the walking shadow, his body low to the ground as he moved towards the place where the thing had disappeared into. If it flew, it was definitely a bird, but what kind it was needed to be answered.

Having come from up North, the large snowy owls were far from being an odd sight to him. They often had some black specks littering their light feathers, though, so Kove ruled them out. This creature was large, that was true, but it was also entirely white. His mind danced around through all the birds he'd seen before and knew of, finding a few other white ones that might work. Snowy egret, whooping crane, swan, snow goose—any of them could work based on the appearance, but the sound made was something else entirely. He did not know what type of bird could possibly make such a sound, and was curious to see just what this “ghost” is.