Haunted Wood what do we say to the god of death? not today

It was nothing new for the Speaker to wander, but where she was going was a mystery. She had not yet gone here, she notices after a small while, and it makes the night all the more ominous. Nyx loved it; the summer breeze, her soundless steps and the stars above her as a guide to find home. She had not wanted the night sky ruined for her, and so had not studied or asked about the constellations, but she had found some brighter stars that told her where she was most of the time. Nocturnal was on her side, and so was the darkness she blended in so nicely. When in the woods, with eyes half-closed, she is near to invisible. Even her white speckles camouflage her, for now she is just a sturdy yet small tree, gliding over the ground.

It was then that the panicked, muffled voice of a child reached her, perking her ears. Her nose twitched, finding the strange odour Aries carried with him as well - the one of pup. Her eyes were quick to search, her ears ready to pick up another scream to guide her, but silence fell over the woods once again. She relied on her nose now, but finding the log wasn't the hard part.

Hello? Do not be scared - I am a friend! She called out, lying or not.