Shadows of ghosts danced their ghoulish dance on the side of Wolfhook’s Lair, slight light shining through the leaves. Glowing eyes shined out like beacons of terror.

Wolfhook turned and looked at the festering corpse at his feet. His hook deliberately made another slash to the scarred wall. Carefully calculating, his silver finger touched each slash: 50. A milestone. He could now add his fifth circle to his rump.

Tenderly turning his hook, Wolfhook sliced away the fur, like an alien sending a warning in wheat. Wolfhook’s blazened eyes burned the darkness as his hunger grew. Soon he would add a sixth to the pentagon of circles.