Haunted Wood It doesn't matter why we're known

The beast moved quietly along the borders, stopping only to mark a tree or bush when the previous scents had faded too much. They had already had one trespasser since moving to these woods, and he wanted to ensure that it did not happen again. The sun had just started to rise, and so far, things had been quiet this morning. The only sounds moving through the foggy morning air had been birdsong and other forest creatures going about their morning routines. Eventually, Midar fell into his own patrol routine, mind wandering mostly to thoughts of his mate or sometimes what all still needed to be done to secure the woods they now claimed as theirs.