Blackfeather Woods Searchers after horror haunt strange, far places

He held himself steady when Titmouse snarled and nearly surged forward, with just his hind legs tensing in case the masked face did close the distance to strike. When it became apparent that Mou wasn't actually going to attack him, Ramsay roared with laughter—approving, not mocking—and stepped out of the shadows completely, giving his grotesquely short body a shake.

You've good instincts, Mou, he complimented, hoping he hadn't frightened his sister's one-eyed partner too badly. He delighted in the little tells that spoke of fear in others, of the scent curdling their glands, but it was all in good fun, particularly this time. The woods are excellent for hiding you, but best not to forget it can hide others just as easily. It is good you noticed me right away, even if your eyes could not tell.