Alexander Järn, the man in the forest, has been on the island for closer to six months now. Eight out of ten meals during this time, he had claimed from mother nature. Today, however, he was not running at top speed through the vegetation to fill his belly. Today he had seen it again, the three-toothed hare with purple eyes. Last time he had seen it, it had outrun him. His pride as a hunter had been hurt badly, and it had happened so quickly that Alex had begun thinking it had been a dream. But it was real, and incredibly fast. The only reason Alex had not lost track of it was the fact that today, luckily, the wind blew in his direction. He was running as fast as he could, practically blindly. His only sense able to keep up with the hunt was his sense of smell.
The situation was in no way stealthy, and it had been going on for a while. Alex was not at all aware where the hunt had taken him, all he knew was that he was still in the woods, somewhere.
The situation was in no way stealthy, and it had been going on for a while. Alex was not at all aware where the hunt had taken him, all he knew was that he was still in the woods, somewhere.