Asterion

*Asterion hadn't had a particularly eventful day. Today he had run around the house until he was exhausted, drank water from a dirty fountain, and caught a seagull for lunch. Now the minotaur was sitting in the depths of the winding corridors, thoughtfully drawing an intricate pattern in the sand with a stick he had found. Suddenly, his keen hearing caught a strange sound. The tramp of someone's feet and nervous breathing*