Phoenix Maplewood the night begun to shine

Although King had found a home for himself among the wolves of Easthollow, he still had wandering in his blood and - at times - a peculiar itch in his paws. He decided to go out and see for himself what the surrounding territories were like. On this day, he found himself in a distant wood, which smelled as thought I had been recently inhabited, but did not seem to hold wolves at the moment. Still, he lingered around the edges, not willing to enter without knowing for sure.

Finally, he tipped back his head and gave a querying howl, deciding to get it over with already. There was no scent of maleficence, after all. The woods simply smelled lonely and a bit melancholy, if he was being honest.

Anyone home? he called into the trees, looking past the mottled grey trunks and then up at the bare, bone-pale branches. What a place! Perhaps it was haunted.