Deepwood Weald Run; As Your Life Depends On It

Here it is! It's not as beautifully written as yours but i tried!

Plumes of white rose up from the skull-faced-man's maw as he wandered the woods haphazardly. There was a sway in his step, almost as he enjoyed every single one of them as he slowly pushed through the winter wonderland all around him. The woods were silent, not a blasted chirp to be hear for miles, only the soft rustling of the trees once in a while as the breeze pushed and pulled their tops into a similar dance as his own. 

But something could cut his jaunt short, off in the distance a black blotch grew larger and larger as it approached at a breakneck pace. With one final crunch under his paw as the ghoul found himself now standing, watching as the raven approached, he eventually was able to pick out some details if he squinted real hard. Before he could make out more than just "its a black female", she was on top of him. Sprinting right in his path, and Abaddon did not move.

Let her collide with him if she was too distracted to move out of his way. It would give him a reason to stop her in her tracks after all, because there was no way in hell he was going to chase after her just to see if she was down to entertain him for a while.