Haunted Wood see no [more] evil

The last thing Peregrine expected to hear on this dark patrol was the scream of a child piercing the night. Immediately, the Alpha male stiffened and stared off in the direction of Haunted Wood. Perhaps it was just a fox; their cries were often unearthly. Still, he couldn't shake the feeling that he'd just heard the cry of a helpless wolf cub. He slowly began to pad in that direction, crossing over the caldera's borders for the first time since losing half his eyesight.

It was tough to navigate this not-so-familiar ground in the dark, yet he moved slowly enough that he didn't stumble. Eventually, he came across the unmistakable scent of a fox. Relieved, Peregrine stopped and turned, ready to head home. But then he caught a whiff of blood, complete with a sickly note. He grimaced. Was the fox diseased?

Then he heard a voice. "Uh... hi?" Whoever it was, he was speaking to someone else, by the sound of it. Peregrine tilted his head, motionless where he stood, listening for an answer.