Blackfeather Woods I don't remember this dumpster being my subsidiary

He felt sharp eyes on him, and unlike his prey, he did not let his guard down. The white wraith was easily spotted against the darkness of the woods, and his hackles raised defensively. What do you want? Black Hat snapped. Her behavior was odd, for she showed no interest in his meal, yet she was content to sit there and stare at him. Maybe she was a denizen of this fallen kingdom and found his presence unwelcome, but she had no right to push him out now, and he'd happily tear her throat out if she tried.