Haunted Wood You let your feet run wild.

Still, the young beast held his tongue. Out of stubbornness or inability, Black Hat couldn't tell. He stared at his limp form while he pondered. The captive clearly wasn't going to comply, no matter what — with him, anyway. In due time, with someone else… perhaps. Leaving him to lie there in his pitiful state was punishment enough, he reasoned as he turned to leave.

This is far from the last you'll see of me, dear captive, Black Hat crooned bitterly before he made his exit, scowl marring his features once his back was to him.