Haunted Wood Tried to tell ya I was crazy

Long lumbering steps took him to the haunted woods. The shadows bending down towards him while the starlight glimmered and shimmered above him, coloring his pelt in silvery hues. Saliva dripped from his maw, as red eyes rolled from one corner of the wood to the other.

Softly crunched frost under his paws, leaving deep grooves in the ground. He wrinkled his nose and continued forward. It was beautiful here, it was. But there was a sadness to it, it colored it in darkened hues. He brushed against a nearby tree, fur falling from his pelt to litter the ground. His fur growing in long and luxurious thanks to good genes, and winter time.

He lifted a nose towards the moon, and traced from one to the next the constellations.