Blackfeather Woods when we all fall asleep; where do we go

the ravens had told him. he came because this place was a sanctuary, invoked the closest feeling akin to belonging that a beast such as himself could feel. he came because they were gone, shattered, he knew that it would be so. he came because there was nothing and nobody to drive him away. he was still as above the birds whispered and quarreled, perched perfectly near the entrance of wolfskull, as if skulpted from the same rock that bared its fangs at his back. a raven pulled away from the treetops to alight on the ground near the man, who's steel gaze, flat and piercing as the bird's, followed its movements as it shift its wings atop its back, waiting, obedient. 

he knew all the old paths. Abraxas had not Eaten in weeks, and his birds hungered alongside him.