Though he had been keeping his eyes peeled for any strange (possibly cannibalistic) little boys, James had not been on the look-out for wolf pups that afternoon, so he felt at ease walking through the little grove of trees near the Monastery. He'd found a grand staff (it was just a tree limb, really) and he was putting it to good use by poking at bushes and swiping it through tall grass to avoid stepping on some horrible poisonous animal.

He'd even let his mind wander. His guard down. He hated this place. He did. But he couldn't deny that it was sort of peaceful. No bills to pay, no job to do, no Mr. Next Door...