He could smell it: fear, desperation traveling on the wind. Normally that would set off dinner bells in his head. However the scent was human. Female, perhaps no older than twenty years of age. His curiosity was piqued-- after all if a girl was frightened of something to the degree her pheromones suggested, something bad was happening. He abandoned his normal hunting area and went closer to the town than he normally would.

He stopped near the treeline, invisible save for his glowing green eyes. Something was very wrong.