Haunted Wood are you feeling fearful sister?

The first of the willow boughs reached down to brush at the young Blackthorn’s back. His pace was slowed, enjoying the time that he spent in the wood. It did little to remind the ranger of his home. It was still a pleasant place, something new.

Henry stepped beneath hanging willow branches to find a still shadow near the base of another tree, just ahead of where he stood. The ranger searched, sniffing softly at the breeze for signs of others who had joined him in the forest. The yearling’s senses returned with little more than the dark figure ahead. He thought her to be another passerby – just another soul who wandered through the world.

Hey there, Henry wuffed in a friendly tone. His long white legs pushed forward until he had closed some of the distance between them. The young Blackthorn hoped to be polite, so he kept some space for comfort. Thought I was the only one around here. The yearling offered a sheepish chuckle and one wag of his tail.