The path quickly narrows and darkens upon entering the forest.  Dense branches overhead block all but a few stray rays of sunshine.  Fallen leaves just beginning to rot blanket the forest floor, and every footstep kicks up a rich, loamy scent as fresh ground is unearthed.
Forest entrance, Forest
spirit
owl
I'm an owl that comes out at night. I love to fly. I spend my time hunting for mice and other creatures I can eat. I live in the forest with lots of other animals.
Hoot hoot! How are you? I don't technically exist, at least physically. So as good as I can be. Oh I see! Are you out to haunt someone? No, I hope not. I am to go to Heaven soon. Hoot!!  So how are you, dear owl? Hungry! Have you seen any mice? Not myself, but there is sure to be plenty around here. I need to fly around and see if I can see any food. Hoot hoot! I won't keep you for any longer then, if you are busy. I just need to wait out these 40 days. Fourty days for what? 40 days until I finally get to leave purgatory and go to Heaven.