Blackfoot Forest blood magic

I will be speedy with this thread from now on, so I can get a few threads out of Ramona! :)

Suddenly, there were voices. Whispers at first, then the odd word - wolf, and a flurry of activity at Ragnar's heels. Sleek, red bodies crisscrossed the path in his wake, giggling and screeching with equal amounts of excitement and fear. Something had riled them, and it wasn't the mere fact that a wolf had strayed into Blackfoot Forest. Wolves often did.

"Come!" a shy, girlish voice whispered ahead of him. A tiny head poked out from behind a tree, dark red and golden-eyed, with a sooty, delicate snout. Several other heads, one half-eaten by mange and another that looked more bulldog than fox, peeked out at the approaching wolf. "This way," the three chanted in spooky unison, and dipped back into the shrubbery. The sound of rustling underbrush suggested that they wanted him to go deeper into the forest, where trees were old and thick, mature crowns blocked out the light.