Ravensblood Forest Darkness incarnate after all

Seraphine had followed her heart down the coastline. The trip had treated her well, a mix of stray boys, sympathetic women, and abandoned carcasses keeping her fed. She had been taught better than to hunt for herself.

She knew from the salt-thick breeze and the familiarity beneath her paws that she was going the right way, but the moment she reached the forest a sense of dread filled her. She didn't know why, or rather she couldn't remember. Something of it was familiar though, she knew from the horrible ache in her heart.

Maybe it wasn't so strange then, when she thought she saw a ghost ahead of her. She couldn't move, tense paws frozen to the ground as she stared ahead at a face she thought should be familiar.