Haunted Wood success is not given it is taken

So she thought she might want a closer look? Hmmm. He strode toward her so that he may humor the curiosity of youth, his steps smooth and silent as always. The corners of his mouth were lifted in a mischievous smile. He would stand muzzle to muzzle should she not not move away, so that she could behold the mismatched color of his dark eyes, and better glimpse the long fangs that, combined, lent him his baleful appearance. "Close enough, little Fox?" he said silkily, sliding his tongue along one canine.