Ravensblood Forest chooses combat gear

when she had first arrived in the forest of darkness it was out of curiosity, the sun was falling from the sky and there were tiny pinpricks of light at the entrance.she had thought maybe this s where she had spent the night before but was quickly learning that she was well and truly lost, again. a whine began to build in her throat as she aimlessly wandered in the darkness, her only clue to the face that it was indeed night was the sound of bugs. their movements slow due to the barely spring-like weather. the usually smiling, cheerful child was reduced to a scared mess. tall ears pinned against her skull, her tail began to tuck between her silver thighs. she gave a soft yelp when the hoot of an owl broke the insect song and night silence, her whines escaping at every rustling sound. how was she going to get out of here? should she find a little alcove, should she find a place to hide? would the sun penetrate the canopy of darkness once it arose from its slumber or would it too be blocked out? 

just as she was about to give up, her vision spotted a dim creature. fear spiked through her as she looked at the ghostly figure, she did not know that the black patches missing from him were actually splotches on his coat. was he a ghost? were ghosts real? her head tilted slightly as she began to approach them with shaking legs, another whine escaping her lips before she asked the question. "are.. are you a ghost?" her words came out tight and scared, do you speak to ghosts? do ghosts talk, wait, what if this wasa demon? oh no, she could be talking to a demon!