Hunting session had begun thirty minutes ago. The werewolves preyed on rabbits, tigers bit zebras, lions feasted on deers. Foxes were a special case. They observed, acknowledged, waited out, then preyed. They were the most ruthless and cunning creatures in the dark forest. Their agility was beyond the normal.

Hunting sessions weren't the only thing happening that night. The marraige festival for the Blind Prince, Evander, was about to start. Guests gathered, sitting at marble tables with wines in hand. Evander was quiet, unnoticable. Therefore, he slipped out of the castle and away from the party. He ventured deep into the forest, getting lost.

Guest was alone, without their pack. They had chosen peace and quiet over hunger; wasn't hungry anyways.

The soft bristle of bushes and twigs snapping echoed near the lake. Waterfall gushed into the seemingly large pool of water. Kneeling at the rocks was Evander. He had found this pool coincidentally. Guest sneaked up from behind to scare him away, wanting to see the pleas and cries of a mortal.