Vincent's senses had told him to run deep into the forest, following a new female scent that only got stronger. Unlike the previous one, it was not a scent laced with urge to mate, but the closer he got and began to follow the trail (Following her old trails when she was fleeing) the weaker he began to feel. As the moon began to disappear under the sun's rising dominance, he passed out. He laid face first into the dirt, bruised and battered from his own abuse, a deep gash on his forehead. His body scratched from running through the forest nude. He slept, the rest was not peaceful, his mind tormented by the images of war and now a shadowy beast was now lurking in him. The serene foggy forest morning forest would conceal him from being seen, rising the risk of dying to exposure if he did not wake up.