Blackfeather Woods Wanderer

The woods were close enough that she ventured to them often.

Especially as the sun loomed and often times sweltered the mesa. Here was familiar relief and she guarded the woods now just as much as she had before. Occasionally a vengeful wraith in the way she stalked it.

And here was a man, large and brutish who had no right to step foot into her haunt. She moved at him with a feverish speed, clicking her teeth with a warning growl.

Perhaps he might prove himself as pale man had.