Blackfeather Woods where'er i walk, ten thousand flies precede me

creepy forest. that fit and it stuck for a young man charmed by simple things. ancelin felt an immediate kinship with this mira ostrega, if only for the fact they were both standing here in a dead-end stop to spookyville.
"it's like ... it's way back. in the taiga. we live on a rise," he said, quite redundantly as it was in the name. "it's nice to meet you, mira. i think that counts as a pack too, technically?"
he smiled, hoping he wasn't coming off as a complete weirdo. "i've just been wandering lately. going with the flow, you know?"