The Dark Forest.

Demon was crouched low, the black, twisting branches of a thorn bush hiding him. He wasn't sure what he was waiting for, the Dark Forest was empty as of right now. He hadn't run into another wolf or dog for ages. The silence was welcoming, but he wanted a fight. Deer weren't as satisfying, they didn't fight back as much as one could want them too. A crunching noise catches his attention all too suddenly and he sweeps his gaze over the area, using his right eye only. It looked like a small badger, maybe just a year old. He was incapable of grinning due to having no muscles on his snout, but he was on the inside. He lifts himself up, moving quietly around the bush and darting around the tree. The badger was less then five feet ahead of him, with a single leap he had both paws on top of the squirming creature. He gave it a brutal swat with a paw, even if he had less strength there it was enough to end the life of the young badger. Demon bends down in a fluid movement, plucks his prey up, and heads off for his den.