A lone figure stands, absorbing the expanse of the ebony silence. The stillness is pierced by the sudden blast of a distant hunting horn. Wolf howl echo. Terrified, his heart beats wildly, he is the prey. Hollow, rapid footfalls beat the cold, damp earth.
Panic grows as the howls grow closer and louder.
The razor-edged underbrush tears at his flesh. Exhausted and bleeding, the pursuit seems to last an eternity. He glances behind him only to be met by the hot, steaming breath and glowing eyes of the blood-hungry wolves. He catches sight of a giant rack of antlers, rising from behind his snarling pursuers. He falls, bracing himself to be set upon.