Ravensblood Forest Each time unknown words come to mind

Remaining vague re: his thread at Sheepeater Cliff.

He had turned tail and gone back to the forest in the long run, and hastened to find some semblance of normalcy following his return. Merely knowing of Rannoch's whereabouts to the south-east had lifted his spirits; he felt certain that Redshank's dislike of him was unfounded and only further solidified his sense of connection to the older boy. To know that Liffey was there too was a great thing, but he had left before allowing himself to reconnect in full.

When the forest came in to view, Screech dutifully scoped the border. He mostly did this so that he looked good if anyone caught him returning from his day trip - but their numbers were small and Screech assumed he would not have been missed. He relieved himself beneath a fir tree, then decided to slink further inside of the forest on the hunt for a cache - but a scent upon the air triggered the opposite. He had never been around fire before and the heavy scent of smoke was intriguing, so he put off finding a snack and headed towards the origin of the scent.

Screech was no tracker; it took him longer than it ought've to find the feminine figure loitering on their outskirts. She looked like she'd been to hell and back, and perhaps that is what caused Screech to observe her a moment longer before he advanced through the trees, and called out, Who're you?