I am a ghost. Looking at me, you wouldn't know it. You would simply see a pure white wolf slinking along in shadows, jumping at invisible monsters and creeping through the shadows. But I know that right now, I am a ghost. This place is the next life and I am sneaking through it trying to find my way home.

My white form sticks out horribly in the shadows, the sunlight enjoying playing games with my coat too much for me to ever hide while it is out. And yet I still try because what else would a ghost do?

Suddenly, I am not a ghost anymore. White ears perk up as I trade in my stealthy, low to the ground stance to one of upright curiosity. A curious scent crosses my black nostrils. A wolf has been here, and recently too. It isn't Taika, as I would remember her scent. She's the one that taught me about fairies after all! I had hunted them for a while, but then I had become a ghost, and ghosts don't hunt fairies.

But this wolf's smell had something new about it. It was a murky smell full of still water and decaying plants. Gross. Why would someone live somewhere gross? Oh, there must be good games to play in the gross place! That was the only possible reason!

Ears perked forward, my legs pick up their pace as I follow the scent around the caves, searching for their source. Hopefully there would be someone exciting causing the scent. Anything to break up how mundane this day was turning out to be. Being a ghost that no one notices isn't as fun as hunting fairies with friends.