Who: Delilah & OPEN What: Following trails of breadcrumbs When: Current Where: Pack forest territory
She had a little skull in her pocket. It had been a mammal once, small and furry and full of frantic life, but now it was something pale and smooth and enchanting that she had found in a mound of damp leaf litter that smelled like the earth and autumn even though it was spring. And butterscotch. Not that old decaying leaves and bones smelled like it, but she had butterscotch candies in her pocket as well and one in her mouth that she was sucking on as she strolled through the woods, her bare feet silent on the mossy ground.
Delilah had followed a flit into the shadows beneath the trees hours ago, a vision or a ghost, something barely seen just out the corner of her eye that beckoned her deeper into the woods. It wasn't uncommon for her to disappear, even less so when the little wolf was seeing something no one else did. She had a tendency to wander off even when she wasn't chasing ghosts.
Somewhere up ahead, she could see the apparition standing in a tangle of blackberry briars that had sprouted in a patch where the sunlight streamed down from a gap in the thick canopy above. Lilah could see straight through the man to the tiny white flowers that gleamed like fallen stars on the forest floor, an occasional mote drifting on the air right through him. "Well, now what?" she asked, hands on her hips and her head cocked to the side, but he didn't have an answer for her. The spirit looked sad for a moment and then simply faded away, leaving her with no answers.
She hated when they did that. Sighing, Delilah found a soft spot to sit that wasn't covered in thorns and eyed the blackberries speculatively like they held the answers that the ghost had not.