The hunter’s boot taps immediately on the cold earth as he waits for his new catch to wake up. He had stumbled upon something extraordinary, a satyr. It had fallen into one of his traps and passed out from exhaustion. He quickly took it home to his cabin and imprisoned them in a cage he used to keep his dogs in.

He sees the satyr start to stir in its sleep and he takes his shot gun that was slung over his shoulder. He sticks it through the bars and taps the creature.

“Ay, wake up.”