Haunted Wood whistlin' past the graveyard

He wasn't sure if he wanted to go home, or just get out of here and run. Titmouse didn't have many places he could go; the valley was dangerous now that they all knew what Blackfeather was capable of, and he wasn't exactly keen to get caught up with them again. Just thinking about it stung - but maybe that was because she had betrayed him. He couldn't look at her, not even when she called out to him, but the boy did stop in his tracks. He tried to turn and glance her way, but as soon as her shadow was caught in his periphery, he felt the twist in his gut and stopped. Tit would let her speak her piece, but he was already thinking about where to go next - and clearly it wasn't with her.