After eating his bounty, Thorn slowly drifts to slumber land unaware of the fog that was creepily enveloping him and the woods around him. All the sound around him started fad away, his vision blurred by his heavy eyelids closing ever so slowly, his mind leaving behind the happenings of the waken world, with only the taste of sugar delights still fresh in his mouth, the thoughts of past giant monster movies still playing in his mind and the wishful desires of being a giant monster himself was the only things that kept him company. The sounds of Thorn snorting loudly made the woods seem more treating, terrifying, as if a demon from the depths of hell made these woods it home. Sounds that might scare normal being away and think the woods were haunted, with only the brave, the unfortunate, or the foolish wonder into them with little understanding of what lives there.


Thorn wouldn't hear the sounds of three intruders sneak towards him, watching him from the trees and brushes. He wouldn't see them as the three move from behind him, getting just close enough actually see what they saw. He couldn't even her them talk to one other as they tried to piece together what Thorn was dress as, or if it wasn't a dress at all. These trick-o-treaters were being very careful not wake Thorn up while being so close to him, making sure not to make any sounds that would wake him. They were good, but circumstances outside their control broke the silences. The circumstances, was Thorn own stomach loudly growling echoing through the woods. Thorns eye slowly opened, but his eyes did not look the same. Instead of the bright and bubbly furret that happy move about lead a different creature. One that was hungry.