A grey creature with heterochromic eyes of blue and green skulked through the woodlands each day, predominantly in the evening. He was Gedeon, illegitimate son of Chiodos of Amaya and his fling Hazel - herself descended from royalty, the Dane King Beartooth. He occupied the forest day and night, lying in wait for some pretty girl. Of course, pretty women would have to be stupid to wander into this forest with Gedeon occupying it, was his thought process, but if they were dim enough to it was all the better for him.
A howl rang through the air, the echoes bouncing off the trees, and Gedeon’s lips curled with a menacing smile. It was a girl. She was about his age, young. In fact, the howl had sounded close, and after barely a minute of walking he could smell the girl. Oh, she was lovely. She smelled of flowers and metal. His eyes drank in the sight of the wandering teen as she unknowingly weaved ever closer to him.
Tawny pelt and hazel-brown eyes, with a crown of sseemingly silver-gilded flowers atop her head and a very fit physique, the flowers vining down to curl over the back of her neck. She looked lost, alone . . . Gedeon nearly licked his lips at the sight of the teen, all unsuspecting and exotic.
“Hey, sugar,” he purred in a loud, low voice dripping with sensuality. “What’s a little lone girlie doing all lost by herself in the woods?” Mist curled around Gedeon’s white front paws as he stared through his skull at the crowned girl.

“Stuck in their homes they go nowhere!”