Somewhere in the medieval times, in a forest of mixed growth, On the Eastern spur of the Carpathians, The winter forest of Gradwitz, A hunter in search of a beast roamed about.
The forest was well stocked with prey, however, this was not to be without jealousy. Ulrich Von Gladwitz had a rival, a pursuer of his ownership. This man was called Georg Znaeym. The conflict of the two men carrying back in time to three generations.
Though finally face to face, the men could not kill his neighbour in cold blood with no words to accompany that. The silence broke with a loud crash presumably caused by the storm brewing.
The tree pinned the two men down, their conflict still very much there, as they threatened what would happen to the other if the other's men arrived first.
Uldrich offered a flask of wine, Which seemed to ease tension as they talked and then turned and resolved their feud.
It was not long before figures were spotted, they shouted and cried in attempts to beckon them. Only to realize they lured wolves, the true hunters of the forest, to find them on a deathbed,