Emberwood you just don't have any--what's the word--talent.

Just a cameo unless someone notices (tags) him!

Heading north seemed to be the only option available to the ghost; he'd climbed down from the mountains and rested in the lair for a few days, but upon being disturbed by a child, he decided it was in his own best interest to keep moving. There had been no signs of the void creature who had assailed him since his awakening by the creek, but that didn't mean Mou - and by proxy Maegi - was safe in any way. Every little sound, shift of wind through the trees, foreign scent - it all brought to mind flashes of despair and a growing paranoia, so the ghost kept on moving.

He took note of a heavy canine presence to the east of his position, and tempted fate as he drifted north. When he came upon the moody mountain and its accompanying forest, Mou was hesitant, growing concerned the further west he tread, so he doubled back and ducked in to the emberwood. It was here he found some strong wolf scents, as well as an easily discernible trail leading deeper therein. The rustling of the underbrush startled him almost immediately, and so he lunged in to the shadows and stalked along with utmost care - eager to slip away unseen by whatever creature was bludgeoning their way between the trees.