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.

So she was in the captive rank, not that she minded at all. Although the forest gave her the creeps and she knew captive was just a fancy word for omega. Just as she had been in her fathers pack. It just meant she had a lot to prove of herself. She wasn’t as skilled of a hunter as Blackhat had said but she was decent. The young female knew that she wouldn’t last here for long if she couldn’t defend herself and she was put on edge when she saw a black she wolf looking at her through the trees and couldn’t help but sink a bit in posture. Radar felt as though she was a sheep being watched by a predator. She watched as her companion released a howl.

The minutes dragged on, and Black Hat grumbled. What was taking so bloody long?! Were they all attending some sacrificial ritual? Did they spontaneously die? He hoped for the latter, outlandish as it was. Though tempted to barge in and tear an ear off for their blatant disrespect to him, him! The Black Hat!

... He resigned to sliding onto his belly and waiting impatiently with a huff.