It was a chilly autumn night, the sky was clear, full of stars and the air all around was crisp with the coming winter. There was a stillness to the forest that surrounded the neighboring town that was normally bustling with life, but it had settled for the evening, and the creatures were coming out to play. Decades ago, a lone coven of vampires had free reign of the lands, going where they pleased, feeding on whomever they wished, but their territory had been bisected by a clan of werewolves, and the town hadn't been the same since. It had been a minor inconvenience for as long as Isaac Nix could remember, and it hadn't been personally his problem until a recent death pushed him into a position of power. Now, he was tasked with either creating peace between the two species or getting rid of the furry problem all together.

Having already fed earlier in the night with a small group, Isaac had left the others and was currently making his way through the thick trees. The night was for surveillance, to catch the werewolves trotting their large, smelly paws into places they had no business being. Thankfully, there was a river, a neutral space that separated one world from another, but the constant crossing of it was creating tensions on both sides. Isaac wanted to impress the council and have the rest of the coven take him more seriously as a leader, even if he had never asked for this type of position. Personally, Isaac didn't see what was so bad about sharing, and [i]not[/i] enforcing the stereotype that vampires and werewolves were incapable of getting along.

Using his superhuman speed and agility, Isaac's form was a blur in the night as he made his way up a tree that overlooked the river. It was quiet there, a little too much for his liking, and it only made the slight vampire more keenly aware of his surroundings. Black eyes searched over the landscape, taking in the sights of animals scurrying across the verdant banks and the occasional bat flapping its wings, seeking a meal. 

It was some time before there was any type of disturbance, but from the other side of the river crept a white wolf. It was odd to see one alone, they usually hunted in packs. Sitting up from his relaxed position among the tree branches, Isaac scanned the ground below. He couldn't see the others, but he thought he could smell them in the area. His eyes returned to the wolf, figuring that he could fight this one on his own. After all, he was quick enough for that sort of things. 

Smirking, Isaac cupped his hands to his mouth and let out a mocking howl, wanting to get the attention of the unknown wolf. "You're a little far from home, aren't you?" he asked rhetorically, eyebrow cocked. For now, he would keep his position in the tree, not wanting to be caught off guard and attacked by the others that were lingering somewhere. "You better get back across that river."