A brisk wind flows through the dark woods as thunder clouds flickering with lightning churn overhead. In the distance, the bale of a lone wolf seems ethereal, as if emanating from another plan of existence. He moves quietly, embodying his totem animal spirits that empower his sight, strength, and agility. He grips his hatchet in hand as he coolly eyes his prey, who stands unaware of his presence. Then suddenly he strikes with the ferocity of a bear, shredding his target with ease, as yet another MC falls at the native warrior’s feet. Like a ghost, he vanishes back into the brush with but a whisper as the wolf once again gives a low howl, as if in recognition of a worthy kill.