The spirit didn't hover and didn't fade out of vision lower than his upper body like the typical stereotypical ghost. No, he actually looked incredibly real. Almost as if you could just reach out and touch... But then your hand would go through and you would end up with a very angry sabre-tooth tiger, terrifying even when in the afterlife. He wasn't at the border for he had no smell awareness so he had no idea where the border began or where it ended but he did no he was in a clan territory. Perfect. Well, he would just lay down here a while until someone came across his and did one of three things. The usual reactions. Scream, faint or yell at him.
Elongated fangs gleaming, a roar excavated his maw as he yawned and the spirit blinked lazily as he waited for even spirits got tired, even more so than the others for they were dead after all. After yawning, he idly scratched at the ground to sharpen his claws which he would never achieve in the spirit realm, explaining the idleness of the task.