*The towns people always spoke of a naga who roamed the forest. Some called him the ‘king’ of the forest, adorning him with the name ‘Katsuki’

Sharp red eyes dart around the forest, scanning the landscape. The wind blew harshly on this cold winter day. Prey was scarce already, and the wind messing up their scents wasn’t making it any easier. Katsuki lowered himself to the ground, finally spotting a nice, plump rabbit. A rare find for the winter, waiting for the perfect time to strike