Blackfeather Woods Searchers after horror haunt strange, far places

There was a lot on his mind and that prevented him from doing his duty properly. Firstly, he did not notice the shadow in pursuit of him. Titmouse was so absorbed in the goings-on of the past few days that he didn't notice a few clues in the foliage that there had been prey sneaking around too; scents of squirrel were most obvious, but there were graze lines from deer aligning with the boy's shoulders that went missed because of his bowed head.

He kicked aside some ferns and gouged the soil in the process, only to leave the exposed roots of the plants behind. They were probably of no use to their medical stores but it was still wasteful, damaging, and thoughtless. When a twig or branch snapped nearby Titmouse paused and raised his head - thinking that the twin shadows had tracked him back to the woods after all to complete their hunt.

Titmouse felt his blood chill, but became deer-like as he watched the dark, listening for danger.