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"A newbee?" The ghost whispered to herself, watching absent-mindedly as a dual-furried wolf flew across her vision. A newbee herself, she wasn't jazzed to run up and invite the new comer, though she was worried about their landing. Had they gotten hurt? Had they been running from soemthing? Uncertain worriedness bloomed in her, and before she knew it, she was close enough to see the canine.
Crouching low, the ghost blended in with her snowy environment so much so that the only indicator of where she was, was the black pumpkin she wore over her head. Slowly, she started to speak.
"You there! Are you hurt?"
Crouching low, the ghost blended in with her snowy environment so much so that the only indicator of where she was, was the black pumpkin she wore over her head. Slowly, she started to speak.
"You there! Are you hurt?"
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