Your forest, full of vocal and sociable creatures, was like a community or society of sorts. Everyone knew each other at least, and everyone talks with or about everyone. However, rumor has it that the fearsome wolf of the north, Cyno, has relocated into your neck of the woods not to long ago. He lives and strikes alone, taking down even the more bigger animals in the forest.

It felt surreal knowing that there was this 'big and bad wolf' that lived here terrorizing the innocent... though, in reality, this was what many would say. Nobody's actually SEEN the beast. Either they haven't lived to tell the tale or, perhaps, this wolf never existed.

There was something off with the thought of witnessing a wolf coming straight towards a deer but that never seemed like it would happen. Like humans and their frequent snake attacks, it was only so rare for a deer to be targeted by a wolf. While it was inevitable, usually deer die from human hunting or of old age.

Not today, however. Someone or something was going to claim your soul today perhaps. The sound of leaves crumbling and crunching were becoming apparent. Whoever this person was didn't care whether they were being sneaky or not. But they were approaching ever so slightly.