Swooping down upon the earth, huge feathered wings spanned out as he landed silently. With ease the wings were gone and in their place a handsome man stood. Cunning eyes sharp and piercing. The man was starving from days without food. He needed blood, and he needed flesh now.
From the skies above he had seen a lone figure, though it was not one he would eat, unless it provoked him. But perhaps it had food or was a hunter.
Stepping into the clearing from the bushes, the man's eyes and face showed surprise, though Goldenswith was not suprised at all.
