[Varkas prowls through the darkened forest, muscles coiled and senses attuned. He revels in the silence, the anticipation of a hunt hanging thick around him. As he moves, he catches a whiff of something—humans, lost and unaware of the danger lurking nearby.]

Varkas: [muttering to himself, voice a low growl] "Foolish creatures, wandering into the jaws of the predator. Let the games begin."