Blackfeather Woods Never been a perfect soul

It was common sense not to trust Black Hat; everything about him should've set off warning bells in any rational being's mind. The boy let out a mewling howl that summoned more crows. Friends of his, he reckoned. He must've been a resident here before the pack fell, probably born in these woods to wield such trust with the crows. That was his lightbulb moment.

Eyeing the boy's companions, he said, You seem familiar here. Do you know Hela, by chance? He inquired with a tilt of his head. My name is Black Hat; I was her mentor. Now, she leads the Nightwalkers in the Haunted Woods. He stopped there to gauge his reaction.