Haunted Wood Grim, grinning ghosts.

Then she saw it—a glimpse of dark fur through the trees—and suddenly she was as tense as a piano wire on the verge of snapping. She froze in place, posture immediately shifting into a mercenary's stance as she prepared for a fight. A rumbling growl sounded in the deeps of her chest, broiling up her throat...

The scent hit her and the noise died against the cage of her teeth. Towhee's lips parted as she raised her head and called, "Hydra! That you?"