The night was dreary. The whistle of the wind rings quietly but constantly in his ears.

His crossbow hangs securely from his hand, loaded and ready for the moment he happened to find his prey. His sharp golden eyes drift across the foggy section of the forest he had found himself within.

Snap!

"Oh. Oops."

His heart seized. How had he not noticed another presence nearby?He looked around him wildly, instinctively throwing up his crossbow to aim towards the voice, "Who's there?" He spat.