Red was taking a little hunting trip to snatch a few hares for dinner one night, planning on making a folk recipe stew she had come across earlier. She was heavily clothed, since winter was beginning to settle in with snow spots scattered amongst the forest floor, wearing a heavy jacket with fur in the hood's rim, a scarf wrapped over her mouth and nose, fingerless gloves, and worn out leather boots. She crouched low, her bow in hand and loaded as she scanned the area, listening intently for movement. There wasn't much activity going on in the woods, not very many animal calls, no birds chirping.. It was too quiet, and the eeriness gave her a bit of goosebumps. A loud rustle sounded out ten feet from her, making her perk up and stare in the changing direction of the noise, which was followed by a thud and wet, ripping noises. She cautiously approaches, squinting her eyes in the dark to see what was in the shrubbery.