From what he hoped to be the safety of concealed in some bushes, Ranec watched as a woman in a while gown prepared to meet her fate at the fangs and claws of those…creatures. Certainly they were not anything he had seen before, nor even heard of, but they resembled wolves, which meant he had some idea of how they hunted and acted. At least this was his hope. His makeshift club was clutched tightly in his hand and he braced himself for the charge he fully well expected to do. Only to falter on the first step when he saw…a…woman? But unlike any woman he had ever seen.<br/><br/>Wings like that of some bat came from her back and she….used them? To fly?<br/><br/>If Ranec thought he was in some form of afterlife before he certainly knew this place could not be real. It had to be a dream. Perhaps it was brought on by injuries he suffered following the lion attack? A high fever was known to make one see things that were not there and even talk to spirits. The more he thought on it, the more it made sense and the more it made sense the more he relaxed, which led to his confidence spiking. The hunter, always proud and eager to show off stepped from where he hid behind the bushes and whistled at the beasts that had burst through the gardens and began to snoop about once the winged…woman, stole the other away from their grasp.<br/><br/>“Shí do dooda yináldzid nihí!” he shouted to the beasts, who turned to gaze at him now instead of seek the woman that was no longer within easy reach. “SHÍ DO DOODA YINÁLDZID NIHÍ!” shouted once more with his fist slammed against his chest, arms held out on either side of him in a welcoming challenge to the creatures. There was the smallest and briefest moment when the voice of his father rang in his head. In the back of his mind, along with the thought that this was not a dream, but real and he should not have just taunted said creatures. In that place, his father’s voice spoke to him.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“You pushed too hard.</span>”