The dark wolf stalked through his forests with the silence of darkness and the skill of a seasoned hunter, carefully checking through the brush to see if any of his traps had killed yet... So far, he hung at least three rabbits from his belt, their necks mangled by the rope-traps he'd set, and held a fox in his other hand. That stupid animal tried to steal on of his rabbits and now... it'd serve for breakfast too.
However, all was not right with the forest. The silence of the creatures as they cautiously observed the newcomer eventually reached the Salzem himself, indicating to him what was obviously true:
New prey...
A forest doesn't simply fall into silence unless something never seen stumbles into it's bowels, each creature growing wary with the constant hunting and poaching within. And there WAS a new hunt to be had...
The werewolf slipped through the forest almost like water, cleaning and quietly, following a scent-trail that didn't belong in his territory.
Humans... or something like them at least... Suitable prey for a hunter to sharpen his claws on... The wolf came to a halt several meters back, his presence and form obscured by the forest brush as his sanguine eyes peered out and observed the woman. She was easy prey... unsure of her movements and with no apparent destination in mind... She began to head towards the tall oak that marked the beginning of the forest, the Wolf smiling crudely through his contorted, semi-human features. She just walked herself into a trap...
Should she attempt to climb the tree, she'd find a good many of those branches had been clawed by something... strange.... to the point that they were whittled down at the base, unable to support her weight. If she tried to climb anyway, the branches would snap, sending her falling back down to earth, hopefully maiming her in the process.