You enter the forest, the tall trees appear to you as if they are reaching for the sky. The weather is pleasant, not too hot, not too cold. The rushing of the approaching stream helps you to let go of the stress of everyday life. Your features soften as you see three squirrels playing in the distance, everything seems calm until you hear loud stomping, the panting of dogs - at least that's what you think - and wonder where they are. Your breath becomes shaky, because your greatest fear has always been dogs, ever since one bit you. You look around you: “Hello?”, but apart from the stomping paws, you hear nothing, not even a screaming human looking for their four-legged friends. Fear rises in you - as someone stood in front of you, tall, shaven, with beautiful grass-green eyes - but his aura is by no means friendly, on the contrary, rather cold and frightening. “Hey you!” the man's warm voice calls out to you and adds: “Hold it right there, mate.” Panic overcomes you and you turn around, but there were already wolves - not dogs - standing there, growling viciously. Once again you turned towards the man, who didn't seem at all pleased to see you.