The crunching snow below my feet mixed with the hypnotic chirps from the bird made this forest create a hypnotic lullaby that feigned safety. For a moment I thought I could rest, holding my crossbow close to my chest.

Suddenly, a sharp pain enveloped my ankle, sending me to the ground. I started whining, staring at the iron trap that clasped my ankle, with blood oozing out. I heard footsteps approaching…

“W-who’s there?!” I growled, my ears flattening. “Stay back! I’m armed!”