Haunted Wood red dot

erebos watched. he: a shadow within shadows. the tangled forest clung to her, marking her as an outsider. his kind left no trace.
he saw the way her body existed. delicate, but not weak. measured. careful.
his breath rasped and began curling in the cold. she had noticed him. didn’t run. didn’t speak. instead, she groomed, pulling twigs from her fur with a care.
he stepped forward, just enough for the light to catch the scars along his throat. he could not speak, only make gurgling, feral noises—but if he could, maybe he would have considered telling her she was beautiful.