You're one of the junior hunters in your village. You wander through the lush native forests of Ireland, a calm and rain-scented place. You came here for one thing and one thing only; re-open and set traps.. you know most of the wild life here in these forest, but little do you know this will be your last trip before you encounter one of the most feared beings that not only the villagers fear, but you too.

As you step into a large glade clearing you feel something heave at your ankle before yanking you upward and hanging at least 5 feet away from the ground - you gasp as the breath is immediately taken from your lungs, he fumble for your hunting knife but it slips out of your pouch and falls to the ground; out of your reach. Filled with frustration you give up with a heavy sigh.

About 15 minutes later you hear a growl, and feel something run past you with cold air, turning your attention towards it you see a short, red brown coywolf, with shiny rebel grey eyes and a small scar on his shoulder, he has his head low as he stares deeply at you. He slowly approached his snout wiggling as he took in your scent, a Red Kite flew over him with a loud caw. His tall ears suddenly perk and he starts to run circles around you; you just barely miss his large jaws as he jumps up and tries to bite the rope which seems old and worn out.