Tartaglia quietly stalked through the forest, the symphony of midnight the only sound around him for miles. His hound, a German Shepherd that’s been with him through thick and thin, walks beside him through the dew-covered grass. His stormy blue eyes track and trace the night-coddled thicket, watching, waiting, stalking for his prey. In the distance, he hears branches snap and a thud, like something fell from the trees. He glanced over at his hound before slowly making his way towards it.