Her solitary walk didn’t last for long. Although what greeted her was something she wasn’t quite prepared for.

Hearing the charging paws that increasingly sounded like it was getting nearer, Ghost turned her head to view a rather bizarre and concerning scene of a three-headed dog running towards her. Three-headed dog?! Was it a birth defect? Did it really need the extra jaws! Questioning her sanity, but not wanting to be eaten alive by the hellion, Ghost took a few brisk steps forward and lifted into the air to hover over the thing and wherever it was headed. From her new vantage point she stared at it for a while before looking around to see if anyone else had seen or indeed, owned whatever it was. Her dark, slightly wild eyes caught the flash of white and, once she found a landing place away from the pup, she offered the boy a concerned frown. ”Is this… Creature with you?” Her voice like a passing breeze inquired with bafflement thick in her every word.

The stout form of Rostislav joined them soon, the very horse she had decided to look for upon discovering the dead body and like magic here he stood. She offers him a small kindred smile at his opening words, an action she had been practising recently, apparently ones subjects liked to know they were heard and appreciated know and then, even if it was just a warm smile. Perhaps one day she would grasp the art of this social politics. Briefly, Ghost wondered if his hellborn hound would appreciate the three-headed mongrel more than she did. Perhaps they were related in some way.

Kiara, the ever-sweet appearing Medic, joined them to form a small group. She too brought with her a soul bound friend, a concept Ghost never quite understood, but always thought would be handy. Especially if it was also fond of stalking shadows like she was herself.

Happy that she had come across the very individuals she sought, perhaps the boy would come in useful too, extra bodies was always helpful… And heads. ”How are you, General, Medic? Is all well?” She asked of her two fellow herd mates first, making a conscious effort to involve herself in their lives one way or another whilst being wildly aware that she knew next to nothing about them. Maybe this gruesome task would bring them closer.

Her lips turned into a thin grimace when finally her thoughts turned to business and this time she included the blue marked stallion. ”Have you seen the corpse? There’s something or someone plaguing this land, I’d like to find out who or what it is” she was curt, there was no point beating around the bush, they might as well know her intentions now.

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