Haunted Wood ships in the night

A chuff, then a voice carries between the trees, My pack occupy this land, state your business.

The ink-dark woman appears in Zabaniyah's periphery. They are larger than her, but even so, the wanderer does not appear bothered. The commanding tone of the stranger's voice draws Zabaniyah's attention. A flick of the eyes, a twist of the ears. The stranger smells like the forest, of other wolves, and bloodshed. 

Travel, she states plainly.