A hooded figure was seated by a roaring campfire, it's light could easily be spotted in the darkness of the forest. Not far from the figure was the carcass of a large buck with what seemed to be claw marks moving from it's throat down to it's chest. If someone would have to guess the cause of these wounds the most obvious choice would be a bear attack, but the much darker truth lied with the figure sitting by the fire. If one would dare look under the figure's mask they would see a scared face of a young man with the eyes that would give away his true nature, that of a demon. 

Hircine had set up his camp just outside of a city for the night, though he didn't expect anyone to venture out into the woods. He was about to set upon carving up the deer he caught when he heard the sound of something approaching. Out of pure instinct he dropped to all fours and willed the fire to put it's self out. His ears trained in on a horse running by. He was about to dismiss it but he suddenly heard the sound of two others running after the rider. With that Hircine began to creep towards the sounds, making sure to stay low and in the shadows. He soon came to the sight of one girl on a horse, three armed people, and one man standing off to the side. He decided rather than jumping in he would stay where he was before jumping in.