Airion part 2

*Airion pressed into the forest unaware of what to find, he was told only of werewolves , nothing else, but he was also told that many things roamed the nights. Why had the old man not just have told him all of it, maybe he didn't’t need to know all of it. The hunter searchers where one of the most secret societies in the entire world, harbored by the government, not even the president knew of them. He unlatched his knife and checked his falcon and placed it back in its holster for later easy access. The standard issuer knife was originally arm, but had been diamond head sharpened and forged of silver. He smiled and crept into the night flick to heat instead of the dull blue colors eh saw. Night animals birds and insects, nothing new. A balk spot? Again he whispered curses in a bewildered tone. Why where there no animals near that spot. His bare foot fall was quiet and he had locked his chain still against his trim hips. Not a sound. He saw a human shaped heat source appear where one shouldn't’t have been. He froze, willingly, and watched switching back to normal vision he saw her very pretty face and her odd attire for the woods at night. His grip tightened on the knife as he waited for her to cross his path only a few feet ahead*1