Haunted Wood success is not given it is taken

She was uncomfortable, and he was entertained once more. She stepped back, and he did not push forward but instead lowered his hind quarters to the ground, with his wild-furred tail laid out to one side. She made no further comment about his peculiar features, instead insisting in her own bold way that he reciprocate on the introductions. This too, amused him. "Splinter," he answered. His unremitting stare did not leave her face, and his eyes locked to hers in the brief moment when she lifted her gaze.