I wait for
Hector
near the site were tree turned grey.
A new day has dawn, a new hunt is upon us, a new mystery to unfold.
The entire tree has turned grey in the passing days. More corpses and dying animals attached to it. The animals have gotten larger... cats, raccoons, even a large dog have been strung up now in some gristly sacrificial manner. A few feet around the tree has greyed out as well with the shoals expansion. Inside the grey area small spirits of disease and death hovers listlessly. Ant spirits fill the grass, as they have marched in over and over again, only to lose focus, wandering around the site with no destination or goal.