Cade and the female fought for a long time, even after the girl had escaped, it had become more about pride by then. However her size eventually overpowered him and the female moved to stand over him, screeching; that same tearing metal noise radiated through the night, piercing even the blizzard. People who lived in the village would wake from their sleep at this noise and check the beds of their loved ones, for it was generally only a noise made when the daemons discovered humans within their realm. 

This time it was also a warning, a warning that the next time he crossed her she would finish what she started. Standing Cade began limping back towards his den, a think, blue liquid dripping from the gaping wound in his side. Crumpling into the fur-lined cavity beneath a great tree. Curling up the daemon let his exhaustion overtake him as he drifted off to sleep. It was another night he would go without eating, but he was almost getting used to that now.

**

A strange fact people did not know about the daemon territory was that it actually extended beyond the wall, the a small stream on the other side, near the village. Why had the wall been built further into their territory then? No one was really sure, even the daemons, with their long lives, had forgotten that piece of ancient history. However the next morning a boy, barely a man in his own rights, could be seen sitting on the far side of that steam, now frozen in the cold of winter and partially covered by snow, legs dangling into the ditch as he watched the village beyond. He had dirty, sandy blonde hair and dark eyes and seemed to be wearing some kind of animal pelt.