My heart pounded, each beat sending flaming energy through my body. I was moving through the forest as fast as the wind, weaving through the trees with expert precision. And despite my speed, my surroundings were crystal clear. I could see each and every detail of the woods, sense every creature, see each branch coming. Most importantly, I could see my target, and I never lost sight of them. They were on a mountain bike, apparently confident they could make an escape on it. He had been walking with the bike when I had found him, traversing the land completely alone and well past midnight. Act of foolishness such as this were what helped me choose my prey. And he was perfect; his scent was very conspicuous, and could be easily picked apart from the environment. And visually, he was easy to pick out. His hair was bright red, and he was wearing a reflective vest. A getup that would be life saving if he were riding his bike near a road. He was perfect also for his desperation to escape. He had exhibited a fierceness I didn’t often see; throwing objects at me, trying to trick me by throwing rocks in the opposite direction of his position to get me to go the other way, and of course his bike riding skills. I enjoyed the extra challenge, although it wasn’t very challenging. I looked at the thermometer: 8 degrees. I picked up my speed and was running through the branches above him. I could see the steam coming off of him. He was clearly not dressed for freezing temperatures, but he could not have been prepared for what was to come. As I approached nearer and nearer to him, I felt his fear intensify, his heart beat faster than before. He accepted that there was no way he could outpace me, and decided then to whirl around and grab me by the neck, to somehow fight me. I was surprised, but only mildly; it wasn’t too strange for prey to try and fight for their lives. I allowed him to struggle against me for a few moments, and maybe he believed that he had a chance. But I grew tired of it, and threw him against a tree. And the last thing I remember before those lovely splashes of crimson red was the look of his eyes, wild with fright, looking at me in horror; his mouth, wide open in a terrorized scream. And his body, muscles clenched and shaking. He made a fine meal. I buried his bones next to Skar Lake.