Athar Elmpool, one of the best hunters in the Enchanténe tribe, hopped from branches in the tree line. It was late evening, yet animals were still awake; moving along the of the beautiful glowing forest (Think Avatar). Athar stopped when he got to the tree overlooking the beach, his ears twitched a bit as his eyes scanned the shore.

His ears flatted when his saw somebody who wasn't an elf. A human, sitting on the shore. Though he couldn't help but admire how they looked in the moonlight.