Phantom Hollow why lure us, radiant darkness?

A glimpse into the woods was perhaps more than he had been prepared to receive, but he was grateful. Interesting, he remarked, wondering what it was that spurred the forest to divide quite like that. So which patch of woods sees the most use, would you say? he asked, just nosy, and quick enough upon the train of thought that lead him right to the scenery. Plus, he appreciated the insight into the Nightwalker's turf, how it functioned--whatever else he may decipher from it, too.

But, before he could truly expect any reply and just when he felt like he was nearly properly engrossed in finding out more about this stranger's home, his attentions do pull towards the sound. He half-paused enough to listen better, and nodded his head after. Worth a better look, he'd say. He quieted, clear down to his breathing, and carried on more delicately. He thought he got a whiff of mammal--an almost weasel-y type of musk maybe seemed to catch his attention, he guessed at first against the unfamiliar winter woods at paw, but.. ahead he heard the shuffling again.. still further, and well beyond his reach.

He made sure she was aware too, then gladly helped advance them onward. Deeper into the woods, he wanted to see what else they could find today, and if winter may have any scraps of generosity laying around for them to capitalize on.