The Heartwood just when you got it all, you always wanna get some more

sorry for the wait!

Her every nerve was screaming at her to run; that she was being watched. The tension in her skin made the fur along her nape raise, and her eyes felt like they couldn't get any wider as she tried to see something— anything— that would explain it all. Apparently, the fact that she was so focused on finding something meant she wasn't really absorbing what her senses were telling her.

A disembodied voice carried out behind her, and Tail spun to face the culprit. A white and gray form that nearly blended with its surroundings. For the second time since she had arrived in the Wilds, Tail could swear she saw a ghost— something she didn't believe in. This time, she kept her cool a bit better, remembering the last time it had turned out to be someone corporeal.

Still, her voice was a little shaky when she asked for a second time, "What happened here?"