Haunted Wood its a long way down

There was blood in the air. Like a shark drawn through the dark depths, he picked up his pace and flowed through the atramentous wood. Limbs reached and reached, pulling him easily from point to point; despite the length of the creature, he is low to the earth. He skitters with his nose poised before him and sniffing, but the scent only grows more intense if he gives in to pauses. There are eyes watching him within the dark — he doesn't see them, but he feels them, and soon the hunt for the blood becomes something else; he is curious about the eerie sensation.