Haunted Wood are you feeling fearful sister?

Twisted oak trees extended their wood-armored claws toward him. The last of the morning fog had faded, leaving the gnarled bark of the woodland behind. The sounds of the birds were further, as though they did not dare to fly into the forest’s darkness. High in the boughs of the oak trees was an agile squirrel. It raced along the length of a branch and leapt to another.

Henry lifted his eyes to watch it. It was only a moment and the squirrel had vanished from his view. The yearling ranger snorted something like a chuckle.

Roughly a thousand paces to the northeast was where the oak trees faded and shifted into willow trees. Their leaves and touch were softer. The young Blackthorn was headed toward them without knowing, without care. The land was new to his feet and he was eager to tread it.