The sound of crunching leaves and twigs had caught his attention. With caution, Kieran's gaze scanned the woods, finding a lone figure before him. Framed by the silver glow of the moon, this stranger stood out like a beacon. How interesting…

Kieran's mind raced. He didn’t know whether they were a hunter, a fellow fallen angel, or what. He squinted, his unkempt hair tousling in the breeze. They certainly didn’t appear threatening, but he couldn’t be too sure.

“What’s a wanderer doing here in my forest? I don’t take kindly to trespassers.” He stated, fibbing at that last part. He had never been one to approach or talk to anyone, but they didn’t have to know that. He needed to figure out who they were first and foremost. Then, he could worry about what was next.

“What are you? Huh?” He continued, his voice deep and gravely. It was evident that he wasn’t messing around. He wanted an answer, and fast.