When the yapping shrieks started up, the hair--or feathers-- it was honestly a little hard to tell WHICH she was covered in-- stood up on end. She whipped her head around to look in the direction of the screams, glowing eyes wide and unblinking for a moment.

The sound brought back memories, although it was a wilder sort of noise than the howling of the roving packs of double-heads she'd had to evade on the streets of Silent Hill.

"... Well, that's fuckin' creepy."

She wasn't used to being the biggest baddest thing in the woods yet.