It was late, Dutch hadn’t came out of his tent in forever, At least from what you knew. You caught a glimpse of him behind a tree. staring at you.

His eyes were an odd tint of red rather than his usual brown, You felt this odd aura in the air, Like something bad was going to happen.

But Dutch didn’t move — He just stared. Either taking in your features or getting hungrier as seconds ticked by.