Rocky Shoals sat on the ground staring into the blazing campfire as if hypnotized.
"Rocky? Did you hear me?" asked one of the people who had just joined the circle around the fire. "Exactly what happened at the lake?"
Without breaking his trance-like stare into the flickering flames, Rocky began to speak with a voice as gentle as the misty rain that fell around them.
"I was hunting just before dawn at the side of Lake Zarovich. I had killed both wolf and wolf-man and was returning to the village. I saw something on the shore of the lake, so I decided to look closer. There, I saw the head of a deer that had been stripped of flesh, but the neck was crushed, almost... ripped from the body. I saw no body, but there was a broad trail of blood leading down into the waters of the lake. As I got down to sniff at the remains, I heard a loud hiss echoing around me. I backed away from the site and fled the scene, but as I ran the hiss became an evil laughter."
"I ran to the village to gather a hunting party, but when we returned, there was still no sign of what had savaged the deer. All we heard was a large splash in the darkness... then nothing more."
Rocky Shoals continued to stare into the fire for a moment, then rose from his place on the cold, damp ground and walked away into the baleful grey light of a terrifying new dawn without another word.