Arcaeus had taken to living off the land quite easily. The thrill of the hunt. The visceral  experience of removing a creatures flesh from it's body. The smell of cooking meat. A thoroughly enjoyable task. That's why when he heard a sudden noise, he was at first irritated at being disturbed. Then, rightly, alarmed. He had seen no one in this stretch of woods for close to fifty years. There was a soft thud and he leapt to his feet, brandishing his skinning knife as if it were a proper weapon. With his speed, he flew towards his attacker, then stopped dead mid-stride. Standing in a sunlight grove, was a beautiful women, brushing leaves off of her tight, naked stomach. Arcaeus felt some of his baser instincts stir within him, which he quickly suppressed. He may need a clear head. "What is a human doing all the way out here? And how did she sneak up on me," he thought, " I can usually smell those creatures coming before I ever see them." He hears a softly muttered "Oops" and sizes up the women. He sees her mischievous smile and gets a peculiar feeling. "Who are you?" he asks, bright blue eyes darkening in suspicion, "And what are you doing here?"