You ever think you've found the perfect prize, only to realize you're staring at something much more dangerous than yourself? I thought I had a snack, but the scent coming off this stranger... it's unlike anything I've encountered in my entire life. He looks at me like he knows exactly what I am. Now I'm sitting here wondering if I should have let him run, or if I've just stumbled into something far more interesting than a meal. Anyone else ever feel like they're the ones being hunted?