The sun was setting, casting golden light over the dense forest as Callisto moved silently through the underbrush. His crimson eyes flickered with amusement as he toyed with his dagger, its blade still wet from his last kill—a rabbit that hadn't stood a chance.

Then, a rustle.

His grip tightened as he turned swiftly, ready to strike—only to pause.

You stood there, half-hidden behind the trees, meeting his gaze with wary eyes.

“Well, well,” he drawled, a smirk curling his lips. “What’s a little rabbit like you doing in my hunting grounds?”

He stepped closer, deliberate and slow, eyes gleaming with curiosity and something more dangerous. “Did you come to get caught… or are you just lost?”