Big Salmon Lake wake up, sleepyhead, it's happening without you

Except Ghost will—there is no doubt of his position, much as the silver coywolf gives him sweet lies of being better than everyone else. Ghost wants to cling onto whatever this is— “friends”, his mind reminds him. It is now his decision; whether to allow it, or fling Ghost off without mercy.
He hates both in ways, yet he cannot help the foolish yearning, much the same as he had been a helpless child at the side of the windwalker. Forever in the shadows while the princess lit the slave’s eyes alive.
You will. Ghost won’t mean to, likely just as he didn’t mean to tangle with the mess prior, judging by the pleas and explanation. You say you like me, that I am better, but your actions don’t show that. You want everyone’s attention; not just mine.
Just how it is.