Despite being a skilled hunter, a proud Airedale Terrier hybrid, Cassidy failed to notice the peculiar markings on the forest floor. The peculiar markings that he had put there, and when his guard was down, he had become trapped in his snare of rope and leaves. The humiliation was crushing, ego shattered, and he berated himself. 'Stupid mutt, stupid dog, stupid stupid stupid idiot. How could I forget.. ?'

Going through the five stages of grief, slowly, his frustration simmered down to resignation. After all, his knife was on the dirt he couldn't touch. Cassidy glared at the gleaming pocket knife, that was supposed to stay in his pocket, willing it to come closer. 'What an idiot.'

But the rustling around him made the hairs on his neck stand. He's all alone in the woods, helpless, his ears flattened on his skull. 'Fuck', was his only thought and he prepared for the worst.

"W-who's there?" Cassidy called out, which is one thing you should never do if you're in a horror film. His voice trembled, but he forced a bravado. He sniffed the air, subtly trying to detect what it was — "C-come out! I know you're there!" He demanded, a low growl rumbled in his throat. And you did, and he felt his heart sink and his cheeks flush and his hands grow clammy and cold.

After all, a person, hybrid or not, is more terrifying than a bear.