The black and purple hyena pup was having a fun time dancing with his friends. They had suggested he learn their movements, and since he wasn't as ethereal as they were he had to do things a bit differently. Instead of floating in the air, as they did, he danced on his back feet, standing upright as best as he was able. He bounced around, striving for that gravity defying airiness they possessed, but he could never leave the ground for longer than a few seconds. Still, he was having fun and didn't even feel bad that they were laughing at him. They were never mean to him, except Tunka, the angry ghost, but that didn't mean much because he was angry at everyone, all the time.
He blinked at looked at one of his friends, who was dancing in front of a tree, and he tilted his head. He couldn't see his friend, physically, but he knew it was there because he could see him in his mind. And that was more than reason enough to believe in him.
"That would take a lot of tree bark," he commented in return, off handedly to the tree, and the ghost friend that floated in his head just in front of it. He was still standing on his back feet, having grown quite adept at it, "and a whole lot of sap. I'm pretty sure hyena don't like having bones put there, either."
