Haunted Wood the hell in your eyes

The bird landed in a tree about a hundred yards from the Commander and stared her down. The red fur was released from its beak, and fluttered to the ground in an otherwise motionless landscape, scattering across the span of only a few feet.

Beak freed, the bird leaned forward and gave a low, beckoning croak. Its dark, beady eyes were sharp upon the other, locked to the wolf's larger frame as if waiting for some great mystery to unveil itself.