Haunted Wood Such a short torture chamber! There are no chains, spikes, ropes, axes...

Tags for reference. This is backdated criminally far, like... middle of August far. But he's here, yay! Anyone feel free to hop in. ♥

Nowhere near stupid (or cowardly) enough to try running off after @Vengeance left him to his own devices, Black Hat made a beeline for the one place he'd been trying so hard to avoid — The Haunted Wood. Now, it was the one place he needed to be if he wanted to stay in one piece. How painfully paradoxical.

Though forced invited into Nightwalkers by Vengeance himself, he wasn't about to just barge in unannounced and risk getting torn to bits by the man's followers. So he stopped by the border, already becoming shrouded in the eerie fog that seemed to emanate from deep within the woods. Well, that explains the name, he thought plainly, not overly impressed. He wasn't exactly enthused with the idea of his fur being damp 24/7, cool as basically living inside a cloud sounded. He told himself he best get over it though, because this was going to be his new home for an indeterminate amount of time.

But that was enough dawdling, he thought as he pulled himself from his musings. Black Hat tossed a glance over his shoulder at @Radar to make sure she hadn't scampered off, herself. If she had, he'd be disappointed but shed no tears. Still, he wouldn't have put her in the captive rank if he had the choice. But if he had a say in where he was in life, he certainly wouldn't be standing here right now. So, without further ado, he tossed his head back to announce his presence with a textured howl, unmistakably hoarse like a normal wolf with a cold. But that was simply the nature of Black Hat's lovely voice.