Haunted Wood Way down we go.

Nothing trembles, at least not in the manner that the Maplewood had quaked or the meadow adjacent, yet a tumult of stones clatters from the edge of the pit. The largest and sharpest lands on his brow, adding a fresh welt above his eye but otherwise not managing to cut him. It does, however, wake him from a stupor. With a rumble and slight shift of his body Revui sweeps a paw over his face to dislodge the debris thats settled on the crown of his head, glares briefly up to the ridge of the pit, then snakes his body in to a different position. It is tricky - every movement makes his crooked hind leg scream.