Blackfeather Woods it tells you who's real and who's not

the child greets him first; speaking in a thick honey weighted accent that immediately makes ingram question the parent in question. despite that the child was nearing ( or at, even ) what ingram assumed would be her full height. at least, he assumes the woman is the girl's mother. did everyone let their children greet strangers in dark woods first? was that common?

though a sire of children but never a father himself, he didn't know.

still, he judged.

ingram almost had to remind himself that he had chuffed in greeting first. but now his mood, even mercurial, had shifted. what brings you to blackfeather woods? ingram cannot help but ask because it wasn't as if it was a pleasant place. covered in choking shadows and filled to the brim with ghosts and dark magic ... this place clearly not one that any sane wolf would take a pleasant stroll through.

or at least, that was ingram's opinion of it, despite that he was drawn to it and unperturbed by the dark magics and wailing ghosts this place cradled close.