"Go then, there are other worlds than these. "- The Dark Tower, The Gunslinger

" We don't even know what it is... And now you're asking me to stake it out hoping that by some otherworldly force it will come seeking it's next meal? "

"Yea. Your point?"

"My point being that even if it does come.. How do you think we're going to capture it? From what we've seen so far it looks more like a monster than a regular animal."

"Exactly why you're staking it out, don't worry, I'll be nearby."

" How did you even make it this far without dying again? "

"I've often wondered the same thing.. Then again... It's all part of the job isn't it?"

The forest was quiet this hot summer morning, and the mist was heavy. It was the sort of day that you might fancy yourself a sort of stroll or run through, or perhaps indulge yourself in some metaphysical practice. But today this mist was eerie, and it held within it a questionable character that most would find quite queer. Here we see two weasels, pacing around a patch of the forest, seemingly looking for something.

"See anything Zepp?" The grey colored weasel asked, he was wearing a hide garb, carried a bone sword, dagger, arrows and a bow, which was hanging around his chest. He had a rather peculiar scar on his eye, probably from a rather nasty encounter with another animal. If you asked him, he would have told you to mind your own business.

"Besides some animal droppings from an early breakfast... No, I haven't." This weasel was brown, wearing the same kind of hide garb with the same weapons. This one was wearing a necklace with a wooden carving of an owl around his neck. On his hand was a design, a tribal owl, if you looked closely you could see it was scarred on there, probably from some ceremony... Or not, he'll never tell you.

They were investigators... And what they were investigating was a murder case, currently almost solved.

"Hey Fang... Look at this." Fang turned around and looked at Zepp, who was holding a piece of a bone from a dead animal. Zepp pretended he was a monkey, making the sounds and beating the bone on the ground. "You know I think at least once in your entire career you could take something seriously, after all this was done by our own tribe member." Both of them heard a noise, and turned around, they saw a weasel, trying to make a run for it. Zepp looked at Fang, "After you." He motioned with his hands, pointing them in the direction of the fleeing animal. Fang ran after him, Zepp traveling close behind.

"STOP! Running will only make it worse!" The weasel they were chasing looked behind him, panting as he ran away, he didn't turn around in time to notice the hill that he was barreling towards and began to tumble, grunting in pain as he did so. Fang stopped at the top of the hill, and Zepp ran down it, careful not to trip on anything as he descended. "Always on the move..." Fang said to himself. He sighed and grabbed his bow, readying an arrow. The fleeing weasel hit the ground... Hard. Zepp followed right behind him, moving at such a quick pace he couldn't pick up his feet and tripped over him. Zepp rolled and turned, facing the suspect, "Stay where you are!" He walked over, Fang covering him. "You are being placed under arrest for the murder of Boris Redstone."

The suspect resisted a bit, "He was scum. Deserved it me thinks. I doubt I'll be getting out of this one alive gentlemen, might as well finish it now and save the pain eh?" The suspect gave a psychotic smile, his eyes were bloodshot and he had what seemed like no sense of reality in his demeanor. "I don't think so Dale, come on, you're going to be brought to justice." Fang walked up beside Zepp, "Pretty good running down that hill eh?" Fang smirked, "next time you should try using your feet to land instead of your face." Zepp laughed, "Come on now... You have to give me points for originality. I saw you hesitate." Fang responded in a serious tone, "Well Zepp I think it may be because that hill was about a sixty-five degree decline...I don't know about you but I don't enjoy eating dirt while running after criminals."

Zepp and Fang looked at each other, and both started to laugh. They took Dale back to their tribe, he was sentenced and put away. "Well, another one bites the dust Zepp, good work out there." Just then a random villager burst into their hut, she was balling her eyes out and hyperventilating. "Guys! Come quick! Something has my daughter!"

Zepp and Fang looked at each other, and ran after her, they followed her to a trail in the forest, and in the middle of it lay a gruesome scene: a little weasel, female laying in a contorted position on the ground, her flesh was completely stripped away and her chest was marked by three very deep gashes. The woman fell to her knees and cried, mourning the loss of her child. "Zepp take this woman back to the village." He did, leaving Fang alone to inspect the scene.

"Let's see what we have here..." He kneeled down by the body, and inspected her. This is obviously the child... Female... Possibly the age of six or seven. Body appears to have been dragged, handled by something very large... VERY LARGE... Both legs are broken, as are the arms, curiously enough the flesh has been stripped entirely from the body... With extreme precision. He turned the body over and was perplexed by what he saw...Very deep bite marks on the back... Almost like wolf bite marks...

Zepp appeared behind him. "So what have you found out?" Fang stood up. "This is the child-"

"Judging by the mothers reaction to seeing the body I'd say the same."

"Funny... Zepp look at this.. The flesh has been torn off the body completely with excellent precision. Even more curious are the bite marks on her back. They're wolfish." He turned the body over, giving Zepp a chance to see. "Where's the blood?"

Fang hadn't even thought of that. "I don't know..."

"So what do you think happened here?"'

Fang looked at Zepp,"That's just it Zepp...I can't explain this one... It defies logic. We have a wolf that tears off the flesh of its victims and bites into them, but doesn't eat them.. And seemingly drains them of their blood? That isn't at all their nature. None of this is natural." Zepp kneeled down, and stared at the fleshless form.

"Maybe it isn't 'natural' we are dealing with."