Giagrene meat was rough and foul, but he remembered, as a pup, the taste of something fat and juicy, and utterly delicious... it was small, and he felt, in his pride that it would be easy to catch.

The large Laichanan searched his cunning mind for the name of this creature... ah yes, Humaine... a weak Humaine youngling.

 Far to the south were the settlements and the Humaine had been well capable of protecting themselves.

But over the last few winters something more terrifying than his savage kind was ravaging the Humaine.

And word of many survivors and strays, mostly the young, being lost in the dense forests around the villages had come to his sharp ears.