Phantom Hollow oh, who is she?

He had not been back here in a very long time.

How strange now, to walk the paths he'd only known as a boy. A man now, at least, on the cusp of it. Nearly grown into paws once too big for him - and yet, their size told him there was still a way to go towards the sky for him yet.

Melaneus watched the quiet woods, treading ever lightly, a bloodied reaper of gigantic form. And he saw her walking, with eyes downcast and fixed on the ground.

Familiarity stirred.

He cupped his ears forward.

Watching.