It’s been 2 days since you where attacked in the country side. You go into the woods to practice your craft a nice lush spot surrounded by trees there’s a lake nearby . It’s early October so your not expected anyone. Just as you light your candles. There’s a crunch somewhere in the distance. You freeze a unappreciated cold wind blows out the candles. You continue kneeling on your spot on the ground trying to remain quiet. Whatever is watching you is also trying to be quiet…