When humanity is threatened only the super powered might of the Toronto Maple Leafs can be counted on to save the day. As the days start to get longer the Maple Leafs start to focus on their true goal. The only thing that can get in their way is themselves.

Jake Muzzin and Patrick Marleau look up together. The two were-beasts recognize the shadow above immediately, from the time before they became Toronto Maple Leafs. When fully veered Patrick, the werewolf, is faster than Jake, the werebear, but they both manage to keep pace with the gigantic black hawk that soars up above. They run through the woods for hours. Until the majestic beast begins to descend.

Patrick takes the lead. Jake follows concentrating on staying silent as his massive bulk slips between the trees. The wolf pauses at the edge of a clearing. The bear is not far behind and the two Leafs just watch. The black hawk is tearing at the body of a stag, ropey flesh sliding into its wickedly curved beak.

Without any formal communication the werebeasts spring into action. Still silently, Jake walks away from the clearing. Once he is on the opposite side of the clearing he starts making noise and ambling slowly towards the clearing. As soon as Patrick hears bear noises he starts to creep forward. It takes the hawk a few seconds longer to hear the bear but immediately the raptor raises its head and stares at the unwelcome intruder.

Jake plays it well. He lumbers casually, stopping to scratch his back on a tree trunk. The black hawk screeches in annoyance. The bear looks up with a confused expression. The hawk screeches again. The bear stands up. The hawk lifts its wings high above its head and screeches again.

Patrick makes his move. It almost works too. Racing forward to close the last dozen meters, Patrick crashes through the brush. If the hawk had only screeched for a second longer it wouldn’t have noticed in time. Instead, the hawk does stop screeching, it hears the wolf and immediately understands the trap. With a powerful beat of its wings the hawk lifts off, kicking out with both talons. The wolf snaps out but just misses the large tail feathers.

They almost caught the black hawk. If only they had been expecting it things might have gone differently.