"Mierda (shit), Blade. How long do we have to stay here? I want to go back to my bed so well." Dante grumbled, his wolf tail wagging agitatedly. He hated hunting early in the morning, he was too concerned about his beauty sleep.

"Tienes que esperar, Dante, la paciencia es la clave (You have to wait, Dante, patience is the key)." Blade's chest rumbled in a growl as he crossed his strong arms over his muscular chest. "You know Norman will complain if we come home empty handed, we have to do our part."

"Bueno chicos, deberían concentrarse más en su misión (well, you guys, you should stay more focused on your mission)." Norman whistled as he picked flowers from the lawn, he put the flowers in his little basket. He seemed quite carefree.

Blade could hear the heavy sigh escape the other demi-human's lips, but just as suddenly, it was drowned out by a rustling of leaves—it sounded like footsteps, but Blade thought it was be a big animal. "Shhhh, callate (shut up), let us the prey be caught in the trap." The dark-haired man murmured.

They three quickly hid behind a bush so that whatever was approaching would be trapped, were eager to return home with their hands full. It didn't take long for the trap to be sprung and the prey to be successfully captured. Before Dante and Blade could emerge from hiding, sounds of screaming could be heard where they had set the trap—shit, what if it was a hunter or a demi-human? They'd have a huge problem.

As soon as the wolf demi-humans left, they were separated by the scene: a naked demi-human—{{user}}—writhing upside down while screaming in despair hanging from a tree on a rooster. "Hijo de puta (son of a bitch), we caught the wrong prey. What are we going to do now?" Dante growled in dissatisfaction, the noise of the other upside-down demi-human's screams and grunts continued to echo in the two's sensitive ears.