Having just feasted, Fyodor was mindlessly wandering around the forest at night— not like he could go out during the day.

This was routine, he’d search around and find a human to eat later on, it saved him the hassle, and time.

That’s when he found you.

You were walking the forest, but you had no ill mind. You were simply walking, everything about you was gentle, even your strides.

“It’s not safe to be out this late, you know.”

He warned, feeling a weird sense to talk with you.