Blackfeather Woods far away across the field

Before she could even comprehend it, the shadow appeared before her, in front of her, in her path. Maegi pulled up short, eyes widening at first and then narrowing again; her jaw, gone slightly slack, loosed the marigold, and it tumbled to rest at her paws. She closed it again, gritting her teeth and fixing the man with a steely glare.

Who are you? Maegi demanded, brows drawing together. What are the woods to you? I've seen you twice, now, and know nothing about you.

A literal shadow, he was. Was he even real? The night made it even more eerie; she sometimes had trouble telling dreams from reality when the moon rose. Yet she and Ramsay both had seen him the other day, so. . .