Redsand Canyon Don't go chasin' waterfalls

The cackle of a spirit filled her ears from one of her treasures, a ghostly form that no one but she could see. The woman was large and silvery with her now astral form, she was one dark with earth toned fur but her eyes remained their cold forest green. She looked and placed, the laughter growing irritated as she spoke words of taunting. She did not like being attached to the priestess, never able to cross over but she likes moments like this.

Just as the ivory medic was about to tell the spirit to shut up another seemed to come, ah, her voice must have echoed and brought attention to herself. A woman of silver and deep greys, asking what was wrong with a nickname much like their leader. With a gentle smile hee mismatched eyes flitted from her resources to the new arrival, new in all tense of the word. New to the pack, new to the scene, new to the priestess. 

"Quite," She spoke sweetly as she moved to place another crystal in with the skulls. "I have no idea how I am going to move everything to our new home."