03-29-2012, 07:28 AM
Caspa snorted. It seemed she was destined to be the bearer of reality checks to every puppy that the Miracles pack had ever brought into life. First Skoll with ghosts and faeries, and now Elvira had herself become a spirit. "Ghosts do not exist, and I am not mad," she answered simply. "Therefore you live… for now. Perhaps you confuse the probability with the present. You are here alone?" Caspa had never felt at ease around this girl. There was more below the surface than met the eye. By the beating of her heart, she realised she felt the child was in danger of some kind. Caspa felt nothing then but the urge to save her. Shepherding ancestors called to her blood down the years. The white hound stood up on her hind legs, resting forepaws against the wall, barely even halfway up although with the proportions of her limbs being what they were, she was as tall as her Optime form in this position. She wanted a better look at the Winters girl, a reason for the feeling of chills that laced her flesh. Was it a lingering scent, or just the lack of scent that implied isolation, abandonment?