I entered the winter woods without haste.

The snow lay thick among the roots, and the trees stood bare and listening. This was not a place to be rushed. It was a threshold, and I crossed it knowing what it…

There are nights when the air tightens.

You feel it first, before thought, before sound.

Animals grow still. Fires burn lower. Even the trees don't dare to breath.

These are the nights of the Hunt.

You have heard of it,…

-Varu'kan-

Night folds around me like a cloak of black silk

and the world holds its breath as I step between the trees.

The darkness knows my name,

the wind carries it like a sacret oath.

In my palm, I…