Shadewood Ain’t no more dangerous day than Jesus day.

she wasn't... used to this. what she originally planned to be a fling had suddenly turned into something more; something raw. something she didn't know she had craved for so long. her life was full of one-night-stands and meaningless encounters with many males of which she had no care in the world for but there was something different about this one. he... enjoyed? her company? which was, in all honesty, a hard pill to swallow for her. never could she imagine she'd be in the position she was in now.
but even then, she didn't mind it.

the journey was long although the company made it better. the pair of ghosts haunted the lands they trekked with snickers & yelps-- tails chasing eachother as the games they had played continued throughout. with this, the black shuck finds herself immensely enjoying the company the coffee-colored canine provided her. she might have wanted him to stick around for longer, but she wouldn't admit that to herself. not yet. they came to a stop at their destination, with morgan throwing his crown towards the heavens: a call for one of which he wished to speak.