It felt as though she shouldn't be here, and yet she could not bring herself to leave. The wind picked up at intervals, pushing aside dried leaves and bullying the fog into spirals around her. Each shuffling of the forest floor exposed something new, morbid but fascinating. Bones from all different sorts of animals were littered throughout, becoming more and more concentrated the deeper she traveled.
The smell was growing worse as well, and it was finally this that brought her to stillness. Brows knitting together, she stared into the ominous shadows ahead of her with doubtful uncertainty. She wanted to see, but her instincts told her no and her stomach turned as another brush of wind brought the stench more thickly to her. So much death lay before her in that dark Hollow, and it caused a flurry of questions throughout her mind.
Most prominently; what was this place, and why wasn't she afraid of it?