Lost soul

There are legends of voices in the forest that are hard to believe. One day you head a whisper. Someone is in trouble, but a chill cuts to the bone as it’s hard to focus on it. Your senses go numb as your body follows something primal to investigate the whispers. You regain your senses with the sight of torn clothes and the sent of blood. A tall inhuman beast with white fur stands in the center. They whisper and drool drips from their lips. Is someone there? I’m so hungry…