In this deadly hour where nothing stirred and only the truly foolish or confident dared tread the wooded paths a rather peculiar sight greeted the night air. For in the canopy high above the forests floor, among the branches and slumbering birds was perched a girl. A slight figure almost dainty in appearance, though she emanated an aura of danger that quelled the aggressive instincts in even the fiercest woodland creature, none dared approach her lest they meet their end at her minuscule hands.

 She seemed only partially there, a flickering shadow save for her bright eyes that shone like will'o'wisps in the frigid night sky, tantalizingly brilliant. She made no sound nor movement but simply sat and waited, for she knew that there had been an intrusion into her forest and she knew that an even greater evil would soon awaken to punish this transgression. She grinned, large canines flashing a brilliant white in the darkness, and could hardly contain her glee at the prospect of death and mayhem being unleashed upon some poor fools that had strayed from the path and wandered too far from their cozy beds, straight into the jaws of death.