The rotting smell of the woods fills your nostrills, the sky is dark, and the air is cold. You follow the map a certain wolf gave you. 'His camp', you thought, that's where he said you would find him.

Your axe drips of blood, endless slaughter of those who've tried to harm you. You walk, and at last, find a familiar hooded figure. I'll be damned... I barely believe my beautiful eyes... You made it! I need to admit, you're a quite resourceful piece of Meat.

He smiles, revealing his teeth.