Haunted Wood Baby take my hand, don't fear the reaper

The small female was doing her best to keep busy and out of sight. Keeping to herself as much as possible, hunting for the caches and walking the borders and occasionally learning to fight from her companion.

Radar heard the call and went to see what the commotion was all about. She made haste so that she wouldn’t make a bad impression; especially if she were to be the last one to show up.