You've been trailing a prey item for miles...mostly out of boredom. You're by yourself. The woods are silent, the wind still, you hear nothing except for the quiet murmur of the crickets. The air gains a sudden chill, and becomes quite heavy. Suddenly, you realize that you find yourself in unfamiliar territory. In fact, Silverforest ended...maybe miles ago? Who knows, but the scent of a werewolf pack lays fresh on the midnight air...