<span style="font-style: italic">The wind came from the south. A bad sign for the small creature hidden behind the tree. Snow was drifting ever so lightly. The creature breathed in and out as if the cold could destroy it easily. Any warning of a malicious beast near by was ignored because of a tiny sound resounding in its ear. Before the beast could make its move and attack , the creature stood up as if aware that if it sat there any longer it could freeze to death. <br/><br/>	The hunter watched in wait. Snow was used as a barrier against the sound of it’s paws. If it could only follow the creature more closely. Green eyes leered at the creature who had it’s back turned to it. This creature was not small but it was defenseless with no weapon. A human...but the human made no difference to the hunter. Prey was prey after all. <br/> <br/> Humans were interesting beasts. They walk, and act funny in the cold. Their body shivers slightly with each passing of the wind.  White flecks fall into locks of hair, and discolor the perfect black hair that adorned the being’s head. It began to run as if trying to run from the shivering cold. The sudden human running startled the predator if only for a second. A lurch forward and  powerful paws beat against the snow leaving foot prints behind that would later get covered in another feet of snow. <br/> <br/>A chase had begun. Breathing becoming scarce as the prey was losing its ability to run. It did not know what was chasing it till a slight turn of its head. Then an awe shattering scream escaped the male human and its feet pounded faster in the woods. Maybe the human shouldn’t have listened to the small portable CD to release its memory of home life. This would be the ultimate mistake. <br/> <br/>It was too late. The hunter leaped in one fluid moment. Fur, claw, and teeth sunk into the human’s back. Drops of dark red littered the ground, and the body was torn as the creature ate it’s skin bit by bit.</span><br/><br/>Samuel awoke with a start. His breathing was just barely seen in the crisp morning air. The haunting dream has been occurring lately more and more. He was pretty sure it was tied to a memory of his teenage years...not that he could remember the beast back then.<br/><br/>A month had gone by since that fateful night. The snarling, clawing, fighting, and death. Death was almost a shadow to him. Losing Sherman was a huge loss and it stung. He still hadn’t shaken off that night when he awoke to a wolf biting his right paw. Anger did not cover the rage he held for that wolf. The wolf did die but it was because he was blinded by rage and anger at being woken up from a dream that was not a nightmare. It seemed dreams were a bad omen for him ever since then.<br/><br/>His heart was pounding to say the least. After a few deep breaths he was able to calm down. Cig. He needed to smoke and bad. The addiction was not so much a physical thing. It was mental. Physically his body did not yearn for the drug like most humans do. Instead, The drug had a psychological healing effect. It would calm his anxiety over nightmares, or outburst of emotions that the beast gives him. His cigarettes are rollies with white paper thins, and brown looking nicotine.This way when the pack goes out to town they don’t have to worry about him on every trip. Just those rare occasions when things get just too tough.<br/><br/>Everyone had their own little cave space here. The space he had was next to Tyler. Not a bad little spot at all. His sweaty t-shirt needed to be changed before he could head to the campfire. He shed the shirt and threw on the last remaining decent smelling t-shirt. Then proceeded to make a cig. Out of respect he smoked it in his little space because using a lighter had to be used sparingly. Typically, He smoked near the fire but at the moment laziness had taken over.<br/><br/>After about five minutes he left to the fire in the center of the cavern. Shadows from the flame licked the walls of the cavern. Sera was sitting by the fire already.He had just missed Riot apparently. His arms reached up in a giant stretch. There was an animal carcass just thrown down. Most likely breakfast.<br/><br/>He sank down next to the fire observing what might happen next in a curious silence.