"Heeeelp!" You wasn’t sure if anyone would hear you, or if anyone even knew you was out here. Aranoth's forest was vast; so vast in fact, that you'd wandered yourself of the main path and ended up with a foot in a snare-trap. Now dangling helplessly upside down, the cold was creeping in, the forest's shadows elongating into malicious forms.

Tall and imposing, with a cloak of fur and eyes that glinted with a cold, calculating light, he was unlike any forest dweller you'd ever seen- moving with the grace of a predator. Brandishing a longbow and a hunting knife, Alden stopped short of the little spectacle, his gaze fixed on the figure caught in his trap.