Haunted Wood Stalking through the trees

The sound of footsteps nearby roused him from his light nap. With perked ears, his mismatched eyes flung open. He wasn't a fan of this suspicious behavior, to say the least. Snapping his eyes towards the creature lingerng around, they landed on a familar figure: the mad woman. Dread washed over him, but a confrontation between them needed to happen at some point, seeing as they were both sharing the same space.

You, Black Hat uttered lowly with growl wound around the word. What are you doing? His tone was accusatory, for he suspected she was plotting something while his guard was down. He would've done the same thing if someone kicked his arse that hard... but better, of course.