Haunted Wood I'm comin' home

Wondering through the "Haunted" Woods (flitters of wind passing through branches proved enough ghost noises) had become more of a hobby now, one that Veritas always made time for in her day. Since she intended to claim it for herself and her pack, she'd decided to explore the territory and familiarise herself with it. The spot where she'd collected the beehive still lay bare, devoid of any bees except perhaps for the one confused insect. Perfect.

Soon, she was out of the second layer and into the first where the sun shined and prey roamed. She bent her head to lap from the river, letting her guard down for once.