The beast crawled out of its ice cave and stretched. Its belly was still full from yesterday's meal and it was well rested. But deep inside, where it simmered endlessly, was the lust for human blood that drove it. The hunger that subsided with a fresh kill but never went away.
It licked its lips, almost tasting fresh blood. It was almost time. Now came the challenge of selecting the appropriate prey in the right location and getting down to business. It wanted to find its target before dark so it could prepare for the delicious moment of the kill.
It had to be somewhere close to the previous one. And also a place where a third prey could be identified. The indicator implanted deep in its brain signaled that the kills should be close together and always in a group of three.