Haunted Wood Strange circle

Thisbe had said nothing to him, but he had known. Somehow, Pyramus always knew what it was that she thought, all that she felt, each miniscule desire.

The dark figure regarded the wooded area with fond recollection to their childhood home on the edge of the farmer’s land, where sheep would occasionally venture to graze too close to the trees. Pyramus had always come from the woods to see her, a jet of cream and that charming smile.

Thisbe sniffed at the earth and began to scout for a temporary den site.