Blackfeather Woods Rust to rust

With diligence did she rearrange the bones upon the altar. She turned around to grab some of the herbs she had put on the ground for later use when her attention ws caught suddenly by someone standing there. The pale youth tensely looked up at him, for it still felt wrong in some way that trespassers could simply traipse all over their territory, her and Shadow's, as if it did not belong to anyone. But they were in no position to let the world know that it was theirs, and so there was little to be done about it.

Still, the spirit was wary about the man's presence and she stared at him, waiting to see if he would turn out to be hostile or friendly, or, like most, somewhere in the middle.