Haunted Wood don't fall asleep at the helm

Aiolos was the first wolf Zsuzsa encountered in these Wilds. His first impression would leave a permanent impression on her, seeing as how he was the first wolf since departing her troubled birth pack that hadn’t been out for her blood. She knew he had many miles to go before him, and hopefully within those miles would recover some of his lost packmates. She wondered how long the task would take him. In the meantime, she would attempt to keep her eyes and ears open for anyone who spoke of the Yuelong or his name.
 
”Until the next time, Aiolos. Take care.” Zsuzsa called out, swaying her tail and watching as Aiolos disappeared amongst the trees. The area fell dead silent again, the mist transpiring into a heavier gray cloak amid the thin trees. Zsuzsa gave a quick shake of her coat before setting off into a stealthy lope northwest. The Raven in the trees above took to the skies to follow in tow as soon as she left, for the Raven seemed to not want to linger any longer by itself.
 
This was once the Nightwalkers territory and she would let any lingering souls sleep without disturbance. Surely there were secrets and prophecies to be sough through the paranormal, but she would rather let fate unravel her future for herself.