in the dark of the night

Áksell eyed the darkness then skittered back and fluffed up as a girl leapt out of the grass. Ugh! Stupid girls! He growled at her, his ears back and his fur standing on end as he tried to make himself look bigger than her. At the mention of some mysterious somethings though his ears flicked forward and he glared into the darkness before speaking loudly. "I'm not afraid! My dad can beat up anything, even treacherous owl spirits! He's just back there." Oh, oops. His voice immediately lowered as he realized he might accidentally wake up said dad and get in trouble for wandering off.

He turned back to the girl, voice in a low whisper. "Where's your parents, huh? Maybe it's you who should leave. This thicket belong to the spirit of Old Egrim. If I remember dad's story it was a naughty girl just like you that stole her golden fangs." The story started flowing from his thoughts to his mouth. There hadn't been a girl in the story but he now found himself compelled to reshape it. "They're supposedly buried around here from the first girl that was killed. Want to see if we can find the corpse?" He grinned, suddenly eager for adventure. "Maybe we can find it before Old Egrim does. She's been searching for decades according to my dad."