You race trough endless forest; trough vast open Plains; the scent of prais thick in the air; the blood moon watches over you bathing the hunting grounds in it's light; there's no fear anymore; no pain; only the thrill of the Chase and yet; something stirs at the Edge of your mind; a name; a memory; a Life beyond this place; the thought lingers only for a moment...then It is gone; and there is only the hunt