The forest was unusually quiet this evening. As you make your way through the underbrush and pass almost silently through the dead leaves that coat the forest floor you can't help but feel goosebumps rise on your skin in response to the unnatural quiet. Without the support of your family the encroaching certainty of winter weighs heavier on your mind than the still night and you press forward determined to find prey.
After a couple of hours of searching fruitlessly for any of the forest wildlife the sound of footfalls reaches your ears. As you stand half way up one of forest hills the sound of human speech accompanies the multiple heavy steps and crunching leaves. Whoever has stumbled across your hunting grounds is headed toward you but you're sure that your hunter's grace has kept them from noticing your presence. Soon you can see the flickering light of a lantern playing across the trees at the hill's peak. The humans should crest the hill shortly but you've plenty of time to act before they do.