The crickets chirped in a choir on this nice cool evening. It wasn't hot enough to seek shade, or cold enough to keep a fire. The midnight moon was full in the sky as the songs of wolves filled the night air. A young man laid upon a tree branch over a lake that clearly reflected the magnificence of the moon. He swayed on leg back and forth and held his hands behind his head as cushion from the rough bark. He whistled a nice tune to coexist with the orchestra of the evening air.
The young man wore a hood over his head covering his light blonde hair his eyes were shut close. His hoodie was pitch black, any dirt or stains from recent training would be completely masked by the color difference. He wore loose blue jeans, tight at the waist, but didn't go past his feet as to not trip over them.
A Raven flew across the sky, blending in with all but the stars that it overlapped. One eye opened from the young man, the deep blue gazing at the raven as he slowly licked his lips. Within that instant the man disappeared, and a caw was spoken, quieting the music of the night as the man was now in another tree branch, holding the now lifeless bird in his hand. “Finally, breakfast” the young man spoke with a hungry smile on his face.