Haunted Wood a fearful devotion to a place without shape

it'd be fun to donate her towards serem's toxicologist work!

He would release her, the pressure no longer a prison against her frame. She would roll onto her belly as she stayed crouched, underside brushing the cold earth. A quick footed dance in a circle around him before she halted near his side.

This was not home. Wrong, wrong, wrong. Yet she wondered if that meant food, if he would fill her belly as the woods once had. She would play along with that feverish hunger in her stomach. Although she would be more than happy to move along at a reasonable pace she would certainly need guidance. She knew not where he deemed her home.