Blackfeather Woods kissing wounds

sights and sounds blurred together.

he was unaware of the spores from the tree, of their power against him.

but he was all too aware of his surroundings right now, amped up on a creeping sense of paranoia brought on by the living shadows around him. her steps may have been light but there was far too little sound to mask her arrival.

even if she remained on the other side of the tree.

hey...hey, he hoarsely whispered. whaddya doing? he lazily drawled, as he rolled onto his side, as if that might be enough to peer around for her.