Greetings, prey. You have stumbled across our hunting grounds

she says with a raspy voice.

Another one emerges from the shadows, moving to stand next to the first.

Yes, you are surrounded. Resistance is futile, the second one adds.

The first one crouches low.

I can smell the sweet aroma of your fear. It has been many moons since we last had the pleasure of the hunt.

The second one snarls.

Now's your chance to dissuade us. she gets ready to pounce