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

the bird and boy looked toward the girl simultaneously, though the raven, as if senseing something distinctly wrong, alighted to the nearest treetop to join its brethern. Abraxas did no such thing, gaze lingering a long moment before unfurling himself smoothly, as if marble given life, closing the distance between them until he drew near enough to see the violet, stark against the darkness of her. his muzzle slid towards her while the rest of him remained rooted, drawing in her scent with careful breath while gaze met hers a moment, flat and dull and seemingly lacking the intelligence of a living being.