"This seems like a good spot" - thought Felanarth as he started lighting a fire. That night was cold and dry, with the clear sky showing a big moon that lit up the landmark. Felanarth was alone, making his usual trip through the forest. He found a hidden spot behind a huge rock with a tree standing right at its side, so he decided to camp for the night there.
His belly was roaring like an angry dwarf, demanding some food. Fel picked up one of the hare carcasses, which he has been hunting that day, and prepared a nice looking roast. The fire was crackling friendly, and he felt warm once again, licking his lips at the smell of the delicious roast.
Suddenly, a screaming sound echoed through the woods. Not a scream of rage, not a roar from an animal or an howl from a wolf, but a feminine scream for help, in despair. Felanarth jumped, scared at the unexpected shout. "Not my business..." - he thought, still with the roast and the tired feet in his mind. However, as always, curiosity got the best of it. Fel got up and headed towards the direction of the shout, drawn bow in his hand. After looking around for what seemed an eternity, and not hearing another sound since the first one, he finally decided to go back to his improvised camp site. He followed the light of the fire.
Fel got to his campsite and what he saw shook him to the ground. Both his roast and all his hunt of the day where gone, disappeared, puff! Who or what might have done this? Hum...
That moment, his stomach was even more annoyed than him...
The cold night fell upon the forest...
