They were everywhere, once. Ten steps of your front legs were enough to run into another one of their kind.

Some were good, but most were not. They were mysterious creatures, who seemed to move a lot, and without cause too. When we ate and slept, they ate and ran. They were unnatural, most abnormal creatures.

The first days of the disappearance was most odd. A still silence had fallen in the open. None of these strange creatures to be seen. But they had not died. The smell was still of the living.

Many from far away, have howled of ill happenings, they bear sad, sad sounds. An elder among us had once said that a hunter is after these creatures, a terrible one, so they have all gone in hiding, inside their strange holes. The young ones all found it strange, they know of only 'the mad ones' to ever scare these creatures.

Some feel they'll come back, others are certain they have all gone under the ground. Some even claim to see some of these creatures in the open. None believe them though.

Either way, the quiet isn't bad. Food is lesser though. But there is certainly none to chase us away from warm places. And thus, we sleep and howl in peace.