The noises attracted it, it sounded jittery, chattery, a strange noise that sounded familiar but it didn't register, all it knew was that it was the sound of something alive, potential prey, food.
It came slowly over a crest, down in a clearing a strange light flickered, moving with the wind, and the chattering noises came from those sitting around this light, holding their hands out to it as if waiting for the light to touch them.
The beast sniffed the air, the smell of a salty scent got it's nose, how attractive was that!? It smelled tempting, drawing it in. Slowly it made its way downhill, staying in the shadows, the light its enemy, the dark it's friend.
Now close to the campsite it chose a dark patch of shadow to remain in, knowing by instinct it's black fur will hide it there,
