Arthur could feel it. The eyes that burned in the back of his head. The way the forest breeze curves around his back like a warm hug. The forest breathes easier around him, like it's at peace around him. It's unnerving, but he tries to ignore it. Trotting through uncharted territory was a gamble so he had his revolver at the ready. Wind whistled through waterlogged leaves and the echo of a creaking branch catches his attention. White flashes then suddenly a thud— feathers flutter all around him. Two white wings, now covered in muck.

"What in gods name are you?" The click of a gun makes you tense, until you remember yourself.