A strange fact most people did not know about the daemon territory, was that it did not actually extend to the wall. The wall was in the middle of a small forest, which acted as a kind of ‘neutral zone’ where either party was entitled to enter should they chose to. On each side of the forest there was a river now frozen in the cold of winter and partially covered by snow, twinned on the other side of the wall that acted as the barriers to each side’s respective territory. Ethan knew well of this law and often used the unvisited space to hunt and scavenge.
It was around midday by the time he eventually settled and allowed himself to take a break. He sat on the wall side of the stream on the human side of the wall, looking out to the town curiously. Without doubt he wasn’t a resident of the village, no one would recognise him if they saw him but he wasn’t the kind of person you’d forget seeing either. Messy and dirty sandy blonde hair shaded dark blue eyes. His body was lean and fit, though there were signs of hunger in his slim frame. Perhaps the oddest aspect was the fact that he wore only fur.