The werewolf continued to hunt it's prey, her scent was the only thing he was tracking now, her scent was strong, and he could not lose it. Not now.<br/><br/>Then it's prey started screaming, as many other's had done before... it was their demise. The noise was music to the hunter's ears, leading him directly to it's prey... soon, oh so very soon, the hunt would be over.<br/>At least, that's what it's instincts said.<br/><br/>What the werewolf could've never anticipated was Tylos, who had heard the cries for help and had become conflicted. Sitting in a tree, looking for the werewolf and it's prey, his mind was in a battle... this was obviously a human, and humans had outcast him, abandoned him, called him "demon" and "monster", and on several occasions, tried to kill him...<br/>Yet... he could not just sit idly whilst another died... his conscious getting the better of him, he ran in the direction of the screaming.<br/><br/>Arriving at a part of the vast forest of which the sky was not closed off by branches and leaves, he remained hidden... and saw a girl, a human one at that, wearing a beautiful dress that had caught itself between a dislodged root and a massive boulder.<br/><br/>Sighing, he took out the knife he had made in this wild part of europe and emerged from the shadows of the forest, his cat-like eyes looking over her... maybe, he thought, maybe she can accept him for what he is. This is not the first time he has thought this, and it possibly wasn't going to be the last either.<br/><br/>He calmly made his way over to her without uttering a word and began to cut the dress free of the boulder and root, silently. He hoped she'd get the idea of why he was being so quiet and not make anymore noise, all though he doubted it.