Haunted Wood never make a change

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Keen ears distinguished a faint rustle of leaf litter that did not initially prompt a lift of head. Triangle-shaped listening devices did sway to capture approximate weight of the creature, distance, and other such pertinent details. From the corner of one molten eyeball, the wolf spotted a figure appear from the occult swathes of fog still clutching to the forest floor. It wasn't until a faint call had broken the hushed silence that the animal finally draped a paw across bone and lifted gaze towards the transient.

She was immediately decent to gaze upon with chiseled features kissed in a saddle of black. Coal marks beneath each sea-colored eye bore an accent that distinctly set this wolf apart from other agouti acquaintances. For a small moment no words were spoken. A casual observance began, absorbing any detail that was uniquely hers. "They bury bodies here," he said out loud, a quiet tone that carried through the emptiness without having to overtly try at volume. It seemed an appropriate topic according to their setting. 

In efforts to exude accommodation the lanky wolf stood in a fluid push of sinuous limbs. Bits of oak leaf and hollow acorn clung to coat but no effort was made to dislodge them with a shake or other unsightly body movement. "Lost?" he wondered out loud, though not enough effort was given towards inflection to sound convinced she was. As if to punctuate the question an odd shift of gaze scouted about the immediate area.