Some kind of predator had been tearing through the wildlife around Shady Belle, worrying the gang with the sheer number of carcasses that had been found drained of blood and littering the winter frosted forest. He'd set out to hunt the creature, mounting his mare in the night and following the tracks of a wounded deer and eventually coming across the body with a human figure crouched over it, mouth buried in its neck. He blanched but raised his revolver and called out "Evenin' there, friend."