Haunted Wood i haven't been good to myself

Hopefullyy :eyes:

Skin crawls, the intensity of eyes upon him is the first warning that he isn't alone. Large ears swerve behind him, a growl moments later confirms his suspicion. Fur rising on end, Mads turns to face the devil. His eyes avoid staring directly at him, bulk slouched and ears turned in submission.

Cool, collected, the boy clicks his mouth together, swallowing any panted breaths.

No, Mads answers. Are you the leader of the Nightwalkers? Or just a guard dog. By the smell of the place, there are plenty, although this man’s scent reigns supreme.