The woods she knows well and often she will stray away from the trail. But until now, there have been no humans who dared leave the safety of the trail, let alone decide to follow her. The man was quiet and it wasn't until he was feet from her that she realized he was there. He walked no more than five feet from her, but seemed to ignore her existence. She almost began to think he was just a man taking a hike; somehow lost and trying to wind his way back to the trail. But a few feet after passing her, he simply stopped and stood. it was odd behavior for a man on a stroll. The owl had come to her just before the man showed himself. She knew the owl sensed danger. The owl only came in times of significance. She couldn't be fooled that easily; the man was waiting for something, waiting for her. Waiting to see if she'd approach him, waiting to see how brave she was. Two can play the foxe's game. She thought. The woman waited until The man attacked, relentlesly trying to hurt her. But there was method in her madness. The attack forced her into a turn even though the pull of the moon was weakening. Thus, on that night, she saw the color red.