Haunted Wood don't fall asleep at the helm

Aiolos was both dizzied and memorized as he looked down the riverbed towards the dark figure. Completely black as night, a shadow in the towering ghostly pale trees. Even a crow, perched above her in the trees, cawed and stared back at him as she did. The fiery wolf, blinked hard and he thought for a moment the Haunted Woods were just as they were named. A beautiful woodland of different types to draw in all manner of prey and predator depending on the view they longed for. And within, there stood Death- silent, beautiful, and waiting... 

But she spoke, and Aiolos body did a quiver. It was the voice of a real, live wolf and he found his once tense muscles already beginning to ease. Tricks, it all had been but tricks and Aiolos couldnt help but smile at this, shaking his skull, both to himself and the woman's question. 

He takes a few strides closer, answering, I um... I thought I had heard them, all around me, really... Another small chuckle and be shakes his skull once more. Ridiculous. But I couldnt find where. Guess the forest is named 'Haunted' for a reason. But she wouldnt have known, her being completely knew to the Wilds and all.