For the most part, Ghost still lingered in the shadows, except, it wasn’t for their simple company and instead she enjoyed the relief from the heat. The banshee’s biggest reservation about joining the Throat was exactly that; the heat. She longed to find a job, something, that would take her away for a few days if only to have a little respite. Yet, she knew, the more time she spent melting in the desert the more accustomed she would get and the less it would feel like being thrown into a furnace. Of course, she was exaggerating for the most part, it wasn’t that bad, but the grumbling and the moaning made her feel better somehow. Fantöme was also dishing out the looks, the grey wolf that much preferred the cold mountains and looked very much like a fish out of water. Ghost did worry about him from time to time, though he appeared to be coping for now and she knew the wolf was not one to simply give up. Even if his bonded friend sent him to the opposite end of the world from where he should be.
 
Today she stood under a rather impressive looking tree that stood in an oasis whilst Fantöme stretched out in the grass, taking a moment to rest before he ventured out once again. He did that a lot, venturing out and exploring everything that was new to him, the scents and the prey. Ghost had been doing something similar, though she flew to the canyons more often than not, surveying her new home from a greater height. It was a nuisance to keep in the skies however; the ever so handy pocket watch that could encase her in armour at will was also a demandingly heavy watch at that. She was building up muscles in areas that weren’t meant to have that much muscle and it put her in a surly mood whenever she thought about it. Ghost quite liked her slender body.
 
The sound of panting reached her sleek, black ears and the sprite cast her gaze down to her furry friend on the floor. It was past noon by now and increasingly becoming evening, it was hotter earlier, but the thick fur on the mutt’s body was keeping him warm for no reason. With a sigh, Ghost sent a trickle of her ice magic out and onto the floor under him in effort to cool him down. The wolf gave a content muff and rolled his long tongue out to lick the surface. God help him once Tallsun rolled around. It wasn't even that warm. 
 
"What to do, what to do" Ghost hummed to herself, casting her gaze around to see if anyone else lingered nearby. She rather hoped someone did, the days of keeping her own company had become tedious and the Cadaverous found that she missed a good conversation.