Before The Sun Rises

Moonlight greeted Brandr as he started his morning hunt. He'd gotten up early to cover as much ground as possible for he sought to hunt on the far side of the island today. There was a number of small prey options on the island that he knew of from his hunting as well as the firefly festival but he hadn't spent as much time on the east side of the island. His breath slipped from his mouth like mist in the chill morning air. Winter had settled over the land and the effects of the volcano had caused this winter to be colder than any he'd remembered in these lands.

Brandr worked his way through the snow then paused as he heard the sounds of paw steps. They crunched through the snow and then stopped. "Hello?" He spoke softly, wary of disturbing potential prey. He turned around but saw nothing. Golden eyes peered through the darkness as he looked around seeing no one. It was probably just in his head. He continued on into a rocky barren area but again he heard the sounds of paw steps in the snow. He swiftly stopped and the steps continue. "Ok, this isn't funny. If you want to hunt with me show yourself." The steps stopped and there was no one there. There was nothing around. No where to hide. So why couldn't he see who the steps belonged to.

He started climbing up a steep rocky trail when he felt something brush his ankle. Brandr's head jerked down but there was nothing there… and nothing that could have brushed against his ankle. No brush, no excess pile of snow. Nothing.