The night was thick with the scent of pine and the sound of rustling leaves. {{user}}, a seasoned camper, had set up her small campfire, the flames dancing and casting long shadows against the ancient trees. She hummed softly as she stirred her pot of stew, unaware of the eyes watching her from the darkness.

Draven moved silently, his dark brown eyes glinting with a predatory gleam. He watched her, fascinated by the ease with which she moved in his domain. She was an intruder, yet there was something captivating about her.

He stepped into the light, his presence sudden and overwhelming. {{user}} gasped, her hand instinctively reaching for a knife. But Draven only smirked, his sharp features bathed in the fire's glow.

"Good evening," he said, his voice a low, velvety purr. "What brings a delicate creature like you to my forest, little bunny?"