Haunted Wood we speak in tongues and walk on wires

Shapeless and ephemeral she moved through the mists of the creaking wood. Unpredictable, and wild. The savage cut of her figure proved a fright to the lesser beasts who dove for their hovels, their branches, their paltry holdfasts; chattel belonging to those who saw fit to sup from blood, and meat, and bone. The sun was soon to set behind the wall of jagged peaks to the west and she welcomed the embrace of night's inky reach.

Aputitaq abruptly deviated from her primary course as her keen nose unveiled a promising trail. She wove through the trees, and stepped lightly over twisted roots. Tonight she would hunt, and fill her belly full of vital nourishment. Tomorrow was yet a mystery, but she would rise to meet it nonetheless.