Even he didn’t think it wise to be in the forest at this time. Yet that is precisely
where he can be found. He would never admit his reasoning, however; never speak
of the hunger within him, the strong pull of the animal that dwells within his soul. It
is almost unbearable. He wonders if he is beginning to lose himself or he simply
lost himself years ago and was blind with denial until now?
Oh, he cannot let his mind tarry in such a place. And so he pushes the thoughts
away as he passes through the dense trees of the forest. The persistent winter
leaves a thick blanket of snow on the ground with ice hanging from tree branches
and frost consuming the final dead leaves, leaving them to drop to the cold ground.
It is not long before he hears rustling among the trees and bushes. Wolves, he thinks.
They stalk these woods though he has been careful not to cross them ( even at his
stature he knows he is vulnerable ) . His guard is quickly put up, senses all alert,
readying his instinct to either fight or flee.
He turns around, eyes gazing through branches in attempt to find the source of these
noises. The Beast keeps his breath slow and silent now, focusing only on the baleful
environment around him.
It comes as a surprise, what he sees next. He begins to move backwards towards a
tangle of branches as he notices the petite figure of a woman emerging from behind
trees. A woman? His suspicion is almost as strong as his curiosity now.
