deer hunter, how i became a skinwalker in a world of animal people.

( not canon )cabin in the woods

better version of the cabin

The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the dense forest that stretched endlessly in every direction. Amidst the trees, a cabin stood—old, worn, yet sturdy against the wilderness. It had seen better days, but it was the kind of place that felt like an oasis in the untamed woods. And tonight, it would be filled with laughter, excitement, and the sound of feet pattering across wooden floors.

The narrow, winding road leading to the cabin was quiet except for the occasional rustle of leaves in the wind. The air was crisp, still clinging to the last remnants of winters cold breath faded away with the renewing warm air of spring. Somewhere deep in the woods, a hunter lurked in the shadows, his eyes narrowed as he watched the scene unfold. His breath was slow and steady, hidden behind the dense foliage. He was patient. He was always patient.

A car rumbled up the gravel path, its headlights piercing through the trees, briefly illuminating the hunter's form before disappearing again into the deepening dusk. He licked his lips, the anticipation building in his chest, as the vehicle came to a stop near the cabin.

The door opened, and the sound of girlish chatter filled the air. Five figures emerged, each one beautiful in her own way, their laughter ringing out like music amidst the quiet of the forest. Deer—anthro deer, their bodies lithe and graceful, their antlers crowning their heads in delicate, intricate patterns. But these were not like the deer he had hunted before. No, these were something different. Something special.

His prey.

One by one, they stepped out of the car, stretching and breathing in the fresh air. The first was a red deer, tall and confident, with auburn hair that fell in waves over her shoulders. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she glanced toward the cabin, already calling out to her friends to hurry up. Beside her stood a reindeer, her antlers shorter but more solid, her cheeks flushed pink as she tugged her jacket tighter around her slim figure. The white-tailed deer followed, her large, dark eyes scanning the woods with a nervous curiosity, as if she could feel something watching them. Then came the elk, a little taller than the others, her figure curvier, with a soft laugh that echoed in the cool air. Last was the fallow deer, her coat dappled with white spots, her antlers delicate and curved, giving her an air of youthful innocence.

The hunter's pulse quickened. They were poorly dressed for the wilderness—perfectly dressed for his enjoyment. Each of them wore trendy, revealing clothes, the kind you'd expect to see in a glossy magazine, not in the rugged woods. Tight, form-fitting jeans, shorts that barely covered their thighs, cropped tops that showed off their slim waists and delicate curves. Though the air was cool, they seemed more concerned with fashion than practicality. Some wore oversized jackets or scarves to keep warm, but it didn't hide their beauty. Not from his eyes.

The red deer, obviously the leader of the group, gestured toward the cabin with a sweeping motion, her voice filled with excitement. "Alright, girls, let's get this stuff inside! We've got the whole weekend to ourselves!"

They started unloading the car, hauling backpacks and bags, filled with supplies, snacks, and whatever else they deemed essential for their little getaway. The reindeer, already shivering slightly, joked about not packing anything warm enough. "I swear, I'm gonna freeze to death out here!"

The elk nudged her with a grin. "You? Freeze? Aren't you built for the cold?"

The reindeer rolled her eyes. "Not when I'm dressed like this! I thought we were going somewhere nice, not out into the middle of nowhere."

The hunter smirked, his sharp eyes following every movement, every sway of their hips, every flick of their antlers. They were naive. Too focused on their weekend escape to realize they were being watched. The thought sent a thrill through him.

He stayed hidden in the trees as the girls made their way into the cabin, the door slamming shut behind them. He crept closer, careful not to make a sound. From this distance, he could hear their voices clearly. They were busy unpacking, preparing for the weekend ahead. He watched through the windows as they moved about, the cabin lighting up with the soft glow of lamps and the hum of life within.

The white-tailed deer opened a closet, pulling out extra blankets and pillows. "There's a bunch of old stuff in here. This place hasn't been touched in years!"

The red deer shrugged, her antlers nearly brushing the ceiling as she stretched. "That's what makes it fun! It's, like, a total adventure. And hey, at least we don't have to worry about anyone else out here."

"Except maybe spider," the fallow deer chimed in with a grin, causing the others to laugh.

The hunter's grip tightened on the hilt of his knife. spider? No, they had something far more dangerous to worry about tonight.

After unpacking, the girls explored the cabin and its surroundings. The property was modest—a small clearing in the middle of the vast woods, with just enough space for the cabin, a fire pit, and a couple of overgrown paths that led into the thick trees. The reindeer stood on the porch, peering out into the twilight. "It's so quiet out here," she murmured, almost to herself.

"Yeah," the white-tailed deer agreed, her voice hushed. "Kind of spooky, isn't it?"

The red deer laughed, walking up behind them and draping an arm around both their shoulders. "Spooky's the point, girls! Come on, it's the last weekend before we go back to school. We should be having fun, not getting freaked out by some dark woods."

"High school," the elk mused, leaning against the doorframe. "I can't believe we're actually starting soon. No more middle school, no more baby stuff. We're gonna be freshmen."

"Fresh meat," the fallow deer teased, hopping down from the porch. "Well, I'm not scared of some dumb woods. I'm gonna go check out the fire pit."

The red deer watched her friend with a smile, shaking her head. "Be careful! We don't need you getting lost."

The hunter's breath came slow and steady, his eyes tracking every movement. The fallow deer wandered away from the cabin, making her way toward the fire pit, where the remnants of past campfires lay in a blackened heap of charred wood. She crouched down, giving him a good view of her ass, plump, round, and soft, the impression of her ass cheeks highlighted the valleys of her curves as they descended into the impression of a tight thong under her knee high sports yoga pants. She was brushing away some leaves, and looked around, seemingly satisfied.

She had no idea she was being watched. None of them did.

It was almost too easy.

The last days of summer, before their lives would change forever, and they were out here in the woods, playing at being grown-ups, blissfully unaware that something far older, far more dangerous than any spider or scorpion, was stalking them.

The hunter's hand rested lightly on the hilt of his blade as he watched the fallow deer stand up and stretch, her form silhouetted against the fading light. Yes, this would be a night they would never forget.