Clawing along thick oak branches of the trees, Lycaon sniffed at the thick air around him, hoping to catch the scent of a human, a vampire or even a stray werewolf. No scent seemed to occupy the air so Lycaon continued along the branches, leaving great claw marks on them.

After a few minutes, Lycaon sniffed at the air again and, this time, was successful. The air was thick with the stench of humans, within a few hundred metres to the north of Lycaons position. Moving with unexpected stealth, Lycaon advanced, leaping from branch to branch, making not even the slightest of sounds.

"..can't go. You know what's out there!" came the rough voice of a male human, just ahead of Lycaon.

"But it's just a few miles away, and there's a safe path there," replied the voice of a young woman.

The humans continued to argue as Lycaon closed in on them. Lycaon reached the point where the trees began to thin, and eventually to the very edge of the forest. He looked down to see a farm, a large male and young female stood next to a fence which surrounded a large field, on a path which led up to a small house. The young girl cursed loudly at the man and stormed off up the path, towards the house. The man sighed and leant against the fence, his back facing Lycaon.

The werewolf's mouth split into an evil grin, revealing his sharpened fangs. Leaping down from the branch, he landed expertly, and quietly, only a few metres from the unsuspecting man. Lycaon advance stealthily and raised his sharp claws above his head.