The chirping of the cricket's melody and the resounding bellow of the frogs hidden within the marshy grove echoed out through the night as the moon began to rise. A cry from a distant wolf pierced the darkness of the new night sky. Moving sluggishly through the thick marsh, a cloaked being made his way through the soft earth. He snorted at the smells that came fom it. It smelled of rotting vegetation and something else. W...