The forests surrounding the quiet town of Tenel are themselves just that: quiet. For the residents of the nearby village, it's been another ordinary day, the sun having just begun its descent. With the afternoon giving way to dusk, the last rays of light penetrating through the thick canopy of trees overhead, the people check and double-check their doors and windows before preparing to turn in. This is, after all, around the time that Ghosts are more likely to appear if they're going to.
And, while not a Ghost of the hexing variety, there is something a little strange out stalking the underbrush— a single Lone Wolf lies in wait, watching as an unsuspecting Chicken Chicken noses its way around the foliage and tree roots, searching for suitable prey to serve as dinner of its own. This is a strange sight only in that these woods are far from the canine's usual hunting grounds. However, it's highly doubtful that the animal has stopped to consider the peculiarity of its untimely migration.
The bird pecks at the dry dirt a few times, tosses a causal glance in the direction of the bushes but sees nothing, looks away again, and the moment when it seems poised to hop away to try another spot, the wolf starts to quickly but silently advance on it, quite literally licking its chops.
Unbeknownst to either of them (not that it would arouse much interest from the creatures even if they had noticed), a curious, ornate bottle sits toppled onto its side, close to the unfolding scene. The cork keeping it sealed is already nearly dislodged by a rock it rests against, and its tacky, multi-colored, jewel-encrusted body is almost entirely covered by years' worth of vegetation.
@origami-assassin gets a starter, as discussed