Ravensblood Forest deserve's got nothing to do with it

Just as his bristled hackles began to smooth themselves, a clear Good morning, rings through the air.  It feels foriegn, too good for such a creepy place that he turns quickly, expecting to see something much more frightening than what he gets.  Oh, hey there, he says, clearing his throat, Mornin' to you, too.  He measures an exhale and watches as the plume in front of him shrouds her from his view completely and then, as it dissipates, makes her appear semi-transparent, like a ghost.  That's more like it, that's what he expected to see.  What're you doin' in a place like this?