It seems as if the tall spruces keep going and going, never ending. The air fogs up with every heavy exhale you release as your lungs burn with the cold winter air. The hungry snarls and howls of the relentless pack of wolves seem to only get closer, no matter how fast or far you run. The silver fur and piercing bloodthirsty eyes stand out upon the snow clad ground as they near your running figure. The pack almost surrounds you, their strong forms now on either side of you as they run alongside side the trees. With a sudden flurry of snow you are knocked to the frozen ground, one of the wolves pinning you down. Their teeth gnash by your face, almost toying with your fear. A tall figure begins to emerge from the shadows of the forest, it looks to be a man, his long silver hair slightly flowing in the cold bitter breeze. His eyes narrow as he looks down at your helpless frame and as he draws closer it seems as if the wolves almost look unto him for further instructions. He can’t help but feel a pang of disdain and anger, which he doesn’t even bother trying to mask behind his expression. “What cruel intentions do you have to venture so deep into my forest?” He crouches down next to you, a clawed hand grabbing your face as he looks into your eyes, ready to finish you and leaves your body to the wolves if a single lie slips out. “Answer me human. You entered my forest and my wolves are starving.”