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

astara had lived in blackfeather’s dominion long enough to have studied the habits of the black denizens that roosted in the wood’s canopy — and the shrill chatter of cries that rose like cold mist over the still forest was enough to alert her that some beast walked among them. 

following their calls, the girl came upon the source of disruption — an eerie creature by all accounts, though truth be told astara was well accustomed to strangeness. measuring him with a detached expression, the dark ghoul flicked an ear, waiting for him to give some indication of why he was here.