Haunted Wood something wicked this way comes

It was dead silent; even the zombies -- if there were any -- would not make moaning sounds as they dug through the earth, their hands would be stiffled by a layer of cold, thincrust ice. Now there was just the hollow, eerie silence that was only scattered once in a while when the wind would sweep by once more. Epic continued in his tracks, leaving behind a trace of his paw steps wherever he went. Until new snow would fall or other creatures who would wander through his tracks, he was easily found. His presence in these unforsaken woods were no secret. Yet he wondered what exactly made them haunted.

Because adrenaline pumped through his body, the yearling male was completely aware of his surroundings. The sight of another creature who stalked the haunted woods, turned out to be no secret to him. Not only did he feel two preying eyes, it was also the scent that betrayed Aries. Had he not been a creature of flesh and blood, Epic might have been genuinely spooked. Right now he was baffled and surprised; at least more wolves dared to stalk these lands.

"What's up with the staring contest?" Epic replied as he glanced back for a second or two. "Or are you just playing a game of jeepers creepers?"