Haunted Wood follow the disorganized religion of my head.

You're still loud as shit, Fennec replied, smirking and sidling over to shove at him. Real ghosts don't sound like a badger rolling down a hill.

Bit of an over exaggeration, but she'd been alert for him for a while, trying to track down where he was. This place had a definite creepy vibe to it, though, she had to admit. It actually reminded her of one of the places along their trip, the way the branches creaked. The one that she'd told Towhee was her favorite.

If you called me here to get lessons from a real ghost, the summoning is gonna cost you, she added, actually curious why he'd called but unwilling to ask outright. The fuck did he have in mind?