((You were just a simple boy. A chicken kid, really—small, soft, harmless. You came to the woods for berries, not knowing something... someone was watching.))

She crouched in the tall grass. Her golden eyes shimmered with hunger, lips curled into a sly smile. A sleek, fluffy tail swayed behind her.

"Aww, you look so delicious when you're scared..." she purred.

You turned at the sound, your feathers puffing in panic. "Wh-who’s there?!"