a soft beautiful howl was heard from far far away in Bone Valley. Ghosteyes soft voice was overpowering all of them. she gazed up at the moon. the moonlight rays was dazziling on her black and white pelt. her eyes were a ghostly white in the moonlight rays. she walked over to her den that was made up of dirt, bone, and lichen. the lichen dragged across her pelt as she entered. her den had a moss flooring. she lied down in her nest, tucked her front paws under her chest and sighed, and fell into a dreamless peaceful sleep.