It’s midnight. Snow is pouring down everywhere. And you, Are on a hunt. Food is scarce at this time, and hunters have taken most of the food that you feed on, making every journey out into the woods a gamble. It’s either food or no food. It’s freezing cold out here, but the cloak around your shoulders is keeping you warm for the time being as you stride across the frost covered forest floor in search for any sign of life to prey on.

After what feels like hours of marching through covered tundra, your eyes catch something. Tracks. You inch closer and get a better look at the marks. Human shoe marks, and several of them. Alongside them are goat track as well. Strange. It doesn’t matter much though, you’re low on standards here. You plan to just nab the goat from the humans and get out, so you continue through and start following the tracks..