Blackfeather Woods don't trust people you meet

WE THOT U WOS A TOAD

for a while the morbid game amused the girl, who batted the rigid corpse hither without much respect for the dead's invulnerability. the toad, battered by paw and grime alike, bounced grimly along the dirt in enduring silence.

it was not much of a game when she was the only puppeteer - at length she grew bored of such pursuits, and yanked the toad up by its stiff hind limbs. as she plucked the creature from the ground she caught sight of a waif languishing in the shade -- his attention appeared upon her.

unabashed to be openly watched, the girl strode towards him with confidence that slowly eeked from each purposeful step as she caught sight of one hollowed, disfigured eye. her ears fell flat and the toad fell from her mouth, for she was reminded of the otherworldly, uncomfortable sight of ocracoke.

a growl sounded from her tiny throat, quiet and unthreatening -- yet a sound that expressed her discomfort nonetheless.