Haunted Wood Fuming

Sorry for the lateness.

The aroma of blood and herbs attracted him to the scene. Serem was battered, struggling with tending to her fresh wounds. Were he a kinder, more empathetic man, he'd offer to help. But he wasn't, so Black Hat stepped closer with the urge to quench his insatiable thirst for knowledge. He could smell the captive on her pelt, rough and angry.

What happened? He asked the question without a trace of urgency or worry in his voice. Whatever happened was clearly done and over with; he simply sought to be caught up on the news.