Haunted Wood success is not given it is taken

Abruptly, the hunter became the hunted, not that she knew it. Her black quarry melted into the sea of timbers. Wildfire scrambled after him but she was too late; she lost him in the underbrush. She stood there, head turning and ears pricking for any telltale sign of him. She heard nothing but the spooky silence of the aptly named Haunted Wood. Wildfire swallowed, then gave up and turned, intending to retrace her steps.