Where are all the boogeymen?

OOC: Preferably no Imp wolves or other species, please. Annnnd preferably private after one person responds.

A chilly winter wind caused the tangled treetops overhead to groan and whistle softly. Aside from the occasional jittery creature skittering through the trees this was the only sound in the forest. It was eerie and cold, and the silence did nothing to make it a better place. Something about the silence demanded he be quiet as well. Angelus wove around the tree trunks on quiet paws. Each misplaced step that resulted in a crushed leaf or a cracked twig made him cringe. Once upon a time these woods had scared the brute. His dad had told him stories about it to keep him in line and one peek across the border had been enough to make him believe. Not anymore. Now he walked among the trees without an ounce of fear; now he was curious. It wasn't idle curiosity that brought him here. Angelus was on the prowl. His newly discovered power was making him restless. He wanted to do more; to try new things and push boundaries. That victory had opened his eyes to a world of possibility. He wanted more.