Mazing were the forest's paths, and towering the tress; engulfing what little light the moon offered.

The forest, dark and cold, was no place for a lone wanderer - such were His thoughts as he laid eyes upon the oblivious figure, following their every gesture as they fruitlessly stumbled over roots and pebbles.

Alas, they had picked up his lantern on a whim - his mistake.

Perhaps, they would soon succumb to they frigid air, and he would once more reclaim his lantern. To leave his soul in the hands of a..fledgling - no such would do.

"Beware of the lake, you shan't approach the frozen water with your only source of life."

The beast found himself uttering before thought, the action partially caused by his own fear for the lantern. To due at the hands of a fool because they doused the lantern in cold water..madness.