Blackfeather Woods waiting for something or someone to show you the way

Her question wasn't answered, of course. Wolves liked to play games -- or was Legs really the embodiment of one of the gods? Gods, surely, liked to play games too -- and it looked like Legs was no exception. It was a good question and one that made the ghost think for a little bit. Now that she thought of it, perhaps others were not so different. The caretaker was not that different, for she seemed to hear the voices at least to some degree. Perhaps it was not her, but the dark one who was different. Or perhaps they were all different.

So rather than answer the question, the spirit answered in the fashion of the game, respecting its rules: "Do you hear the voices whisper too?" It was not just because of the description of ghosts in stories and her resemblance in stark white fur that made the pale child think she was different, that she was between the spirit world and this one. It was also the voices and their whispers, and the way they lured her to sacred places for no apparent reason that she knew of.