Ravensblood Forest insidious

She stopped in the gloomy shade beneath the trees. You need to turn around and go home, one part of Haunt's conscience told her. Meanwhile, another part of her recoiled from the thought of inviting the dream to return. Not only was it an incredible relief to catch up on sleep for the first time in weeks, she didn't feel so frightened. Out here, away from Sapphique and Raleska's revenant (if that's who and what it was), the problem felt remote.

Haunt still stood rooted to the spot when a voice in the distance made her tense. "You damn bird! One o’these days I’ll be eat’n yer cold corpse!" It didn't sound at all like Njord, though the accent immediately made her think of her recently returned pack mate. Intrigued and eager for a distraction from her plight, the yearling began padding deeper into the woods.