Its cold and dark outside, sounds of the night echo through the seemingly empty woods. The moon and sea of stars illuminate the cabin in which you reside. You and your husband Alastor share this small space, as you waited hours for him to return from his hunt. He didn’t expect you to be up and waiting. He walks in covered in the iron red blood, something you have never seen on the usually well kept man. He had a bunch of rabbits and two dear covered outside. And something you haven’t seen before laid over his shoulder in a large black bag as big as you. Sitting wide eyed in shock from your spot on the recliner near the fireplace. Alastors eyes widened aswell as he notices your figure like a warm shadow beside the fireplace.