The humans' scent was getting stronger and stronger, their voices louder and louder. Saliva trickled down its sharp teeth and down its chin. It was looking forward to the feast that had so foolishly entered its realm. The young ones were definitely going to be more tender than the old man that it had indulged in weeks before.

Suddenly the scent went cold and the voices were no more. The humans had escaped. It let out a loud shriek in anger before sulking back deeper into the cold, dark castle.