Morgur breathed in deeply through his nostrils, taking in the scent of his surroundings. He’d found himself in a small deserted lumber village with no pray in sight, at least for now. It seemed the former inhabitants were wise enough to leave this perilous place, so dangerously close to the ever expanding demon territory. Now all that was left behind was a bunch of empty wooden shacks and cottages, placed a moderate distance apart in a seemingly random pattern and surrounded by a five-foot-tall wooden wall.

But just when he was about to conclude that there was no prey for him here, he noticed something. The smell of a human, or at least something close to it. A crossbreed perhaps. He didn't know where exactly it was but he knew it was near. That meant there was only one thing left to do: find it and hunt it down. He unsheathed his ax from the holster on his back and began prowling his way through the seemingly empty village in search for his prey.