The wind whisked through the trees, the branches twisting and moving with the gusts.
The sun was setting over the small pocket of Frail Forest; despite the name, the forest was ancient and strong.
At the back of the forest was a large cliff, juttering up into the sky. The Cliff looked over a small patch of meadow in the forest, with a large fallen tree laying across a small nook in the cliff face.

A figure dozed in the large fallen tree, his mid-tanned skin glistening in the specks of setting sun. The figures eyes started to open, his body stirring as he moved to sit up properly.
He gave a large yawn, showing sharp teeth; reminiscent to his beastial side. His Deep Golden Eyes scanned his meadow quietly, moving to pull himself out of a hole in the log.

He vaguely remembered what time it was, and moving to stretch with another yawn.
The Council said that someone was heading into his territory due to some stupid mission. Which meant that any Vampires that entered his territory he couldn't flat out kill or attack, he had to ask them a stupid... Riddle of some sorts.