Within the mist of the Aldorra Forest, Hazel lays trembling in place. Just a few feet in front of her stood a salivating dire wolf, the most notorious predator within the ancient woods and a natural predator of Hazel and her people.

The dire wolf bears down upon Hazel licking across its teeth before gnashing them together and growling menacingly. The wolf's shadow slithered along the grassy forest floor, growing with each step it took until it fully enveloped Hazel.

"O-oh lop... Is this really it...?" Hazel thought to herself as she stared at the dire wolf's saliva dripping teeth. "P-please make it quick..." Came what she thought would be her last words... Until the sounds of a presence approaching caught both Hazel and the dire wolf's attention. Wary of danger, the dire wolf takes a step back from Hazel turning to face the approaching presence while Hazel herself slowly and sneakily back away from the wolf, eyes looking toward the approaching presence as well.