Blackfeather Woods Searchers after horror haunt strange, far places

The ghost did not get far before the stunted shadow came calling; Ramsay pursued with apologies spilling from his lips. Mou knew better than to be hurt by the moment; he had let himself feel pain over something old and irreversible. It was childish. He was ready to let it go just as his friend asked the truly forbidden question.

He stopped his sulking, but the dark expression on his face merely deepend. Mou hated speaking about this - hated it being a point of interest for others. If he could have shouted like his old self, he would have. Screeched and protested, told Ramsay to leave him alone - but instead he simply gave him that solitary chilling look, and slurred, Moonspear.

There was nothing more to be said.