Barrow Fields Let's go back, back to the beginning

The woman's stare was quite unnerving. Kincaid felt the ridge of fur over his spine beginning to stiffen, but he showed only signs of wariness and not aggression as he drew closer still, and sat at the bottom of the hillock the woman had claimed. He'd assumed, at first, that she must be the one he'd felt watching him, but even facing her, Kincaid could feel eyes on the back of his head.

When she spoke of spirits, he turned to make sure there was no one sneaking up behind him, and then gave the woman his full attention after all. She'd piqued his interest with talk of ghosts and things not wolves; the rambler didn't necessarily put much stock in anything the woman was saying, but he loved a good story, and a good jump-scare to get his heart going.

"What kinds of things?" he asked her, squinting up at the witchy woman. "How do you know all that, anyway?" Tone testing, but not mocking.