Haunted Wood a certain kind of light

He slinked through the night like a snake, green eyes soaking in the area. There were plenty of trees here that provided him with shelter. It could be a promising place as it wasn't hard to tell that the place hadn't already been claimed. A desire began to build, he could feel it.

Oh, but had his nose lied to him? A darker shadow was on the forest floor just up ahead. Tentatively he began to move to the side as if he was going to circle the creature. Kalganov never did, though. He ran his side along a tree and halted his movements.

Enjoying the views? His tones were velvety hinting at his youth. Briefly his gaze flickered from the smoky figure to the canopy of trees and stars overhead.