Ravensblood Forest walking with giants

As her body stiffened, the phantom let his own muscles relax. Stretching out his back legs in an attempt to ease the tension in the air, he kept his distance so to not startle her further. There was an air of sinister beauty as she turned to face him fully; Murk found himself averting his gaze to the pine cones below.

"Sounds like ye got a bad case of the blues." He suspected the unfortunately timed sap drop had been the final straw. Though he did not press for details, her gloom stirred something introspective within him.

"When ye look from a distance, they're a bit creepy ay," he lifted a paw to touch the trunk of a nearby tree. It came away red and sticky. Licking his lips, the thick taste of sap still clung to his mouth. "But when ye get up close, ye realise there's a natural sweetness to it. It's all about yer perspective."