Ravensblood Forest In The Shadow of the Mountains

The darkness hummed in a way that almost suggested it was alive. The pallid specter moved through the bases of the trees on rickety limbs that appeared as though they scarcely held him aloft. The mad glint in his gaze darted from side to side in an attempt to drink in his surroundings. Even in the wild wood, Smokestep could feel that he had ventured too far from the water. The trench’s keeper was calling for him to return to her, but he did not go immediately. There was the faintest scent of a foreigner on the air. The pale creature trailed after it with little regard to his own wellbeing.
 
Ahead, he saw the figure of a slate and charcoal-cloaked figure. She moved with a peculiar purpose for someone who had never ventured into the heart of the dark wood before. Smokestep followed behind her as quietly as he could. His breath rattled from between his teeth in a sharp wheeze and his paws struck against the earth in a way that suggested he was surprised at how close it was. As he approached, he caught the tail end of what she had uttered to herself. A wicked smile creased his features and the mad beast laughed softly.
 
“Ye’d best hope so, lass… wouldn’t want to be lost in a place like this…”