Dark wood surrounded you. Dizziness clouding your vision as the feeling of nausea rose up your throat. You could barely see and there was a throbbing where your right eye should have been. Jack had been on devouring a moose that he’d caught. Heavy breaths and the sound of coughing filled his ears. His eyebrows furrowed as she smelt a familiar scent. Tar… Blood… and… fear. He almost was going to leave it. He didn’t care for some measly human but…

“Fuck it.”