Blackfeather Woods when we all fall asleep; where do we go

he withdrew, considering, but the flesh of the girl did not tempt him. they rarely did, the young, the strong, no he prefered the old and the weak. he hunted them as wolves hunt sheep, and he brought them from life carefully and took the meal that was his. he blinked, and with a simple dip of his muzzle that could easily be considered an invitation he slipped into the dark wood, making for the witch's den and the stores he hoped remained.