Alastor had been wandering through the woods, unaware he was in human hunting grounds. He had found a patch of berries that smelled delicious and bent his head down to take a bite when he felt a tight wire shap around his neck, realizing all to late he had gotten stuck in a fox trap.

He struggled and bellowed for hours with no answer, night fall landing over him. His limbs trembled as he realized he would be shot and killed by morning.