Haunted Wood Lost in Thought, but Sound in Heart

Kane continued to muse in his thoughts in the Haunted Wood until a woman approached and greeted him, even nervously. If it had to do with the wood, Kane wouldn't blame her. The ambiance was disturbing enough as it was. But her nervousness seemed to be caused by something else. Kane dipped his head in greeting and kept his distance as to not make it worse for her.

"Hullo," he said with his Roman accent. "The name is Kane. I'm a roamer."

Kane wondered what pack she led, though he doubted that the pack roamed here. Her mannerisms didn't fit the courage and strength she needed to boast a pack in a place like this. Instead, he wondered if she was from the neighboring packs nearby that he picked up on his way here.