Haunted Wood the hell in your eyes

The Commander moved forward. The bird did not seem to react much at first - merely watched the wolf as the distance between them was closed. Finally, when it seemed as though the bird must have no interest in the wolf at all, it leaned down toward its quarry, cold, black eyes bearing down upon the other.

"I have been watching you, Heda," it whispered, its voice a sickening parody of a wolf's.