Ghost Stories and Campfire Songs [AW]

Fog rolled in on an unusually humid morning. It parted and flowed around the trees like water, obscuring Ashiel's vision as he tried to do his best to explore the place. He knew there was a lake within the maze, his mother had spoken of it but he was having the worst time finding it. Despite it being late morning the thick tangle of branches blocked out most of the sunlight and cast dark and twisted shadows on the forest floor. The place was the only ground level entrance to the canyon floor. Controlling it would block the canyon and the mysterious folktales surrounding the woods would help with keeping trespassers away.

However, he wasn't quite sure how he felt about the areas prey and water supply. So much would depend on if he could find that lake. His ears twitched as he thought he heard something. "Hello? If someone is there I command you to come out!"