Haunted Wood find me where the wild things are

She approached the invisible barrier with a young raven clutched between her teeth. Overhead was the creatures mate, or parent, she could not be sure. It careened away with a crooked wing, bellowing a low call which could have been labelled a barking of defeat. As the raven rose in to the clouds Jocasta watched it, then dropped her gaze to the forest spanning her periphery. She tosses her dead raven against the frosted earth, watching its limp wings spread against the white. Then, with a low melody humming from her throat, she calls to the wolves who have claimed the area.

@Hela or @Serem