Ghost travelled by wing as the cold air blew through her mane making her shiver as it got colder the further north she travelled. Having lived in the Dragons Throat for a while now, she had grown quite accustomed to the hotter climate, meaning the closer she got to the snow capped mountains, the more she began to miss her home. Funny, she used to hate the heat, she still did in the height of summer, but now she had adjusted and the coming winter was already beginning to make her feel surly. Feeling the pinch of the freezing air to be getting a little too much, she drifted downwards only to hover over the woodland of the Threshold until eventually she found a clearing and she dived through it, landing gracefully on the forest floor below. A few seconds later she came to a halt, a snort rippling through her nostrils and she shook her whole body as if trying to get rid of the cold. It was warmer between the trees and Ghost welcomed it gratefully.

She stood there until she heard the familiar patter of scrambling paws; Fantôme had almost caught up, so the spy began to move forwards through the claiming grounds. They were heading for the Blood Falls, the beautiful red realm to the north of the Threshold, where everything glittered like rubies and temptation riddled the mind. It was perhaps Ghost’s most favourite place of the new lands and, though she had yet to venture into the Labyrinth, was the one place that had captured her interest.

By now Fantôme trotted beside her, a dead rabbit wedged in his mouth and he looked rather content with it bloodied between his jaws. Ghost’s nose wrinkled in distaste, but she hadn’t chance to complain about it as a pair of voices drifted on the wind with both horse and wolf stopping to listen. The words were… Odd. Adventure? Captain? Kids probably and Ghost wandered over to them to find a yearling with interesting looking markings that almost looked painted on. The other was also a young colt that spoke with such fun exuberance it was hard not to smile at his playful words. She caught his name, Caenan; he was also bay in colour with an oddly shaped horn.


“Can I join on this interesting adventure?” she asked with a half smile as she came to a halt near them and Fantôme sat down beside her, a long pink tongue falling out one side of his mouth.