A strange old pred who lives in the woods, has a little cottage. Living alone with nothing but their pet bird.
They live a little way from a village that they sometimes visit to gather supplies.
Being a pred, they feel very estranged from the rest of society, which is why they have chosen the hermit life.
They don’t dislike prey, but they aren’t comfortable interacting with them for more than a few seconds. The pred doesn’t talk much, almost to the point of being mute, and they don’t behave like a normal person. They’re just doing their own thing, and it doesn’t match up with what their distant neighbours are doing.
The pred has been living near the town for longer than most of the residents can remember - they don’t know how or when the pred got there, or why they are here. They don’t seem to have any family. There aren’t any other preds local to the area. The preds existence is a mystery to most people.
The townsfolk, although they don’t understand the pred, they don’t dislike them. In fact, the pred is useful to them.
Issues can often arise within the community - an outsider coming into the town to try and buy-out their land, out-compete local businesses, or otherwise harass or cause problems for the locals. If this happens, the townsfolk approach the pred and politely ask that they go after the prey.
They’ll tell the problematic individual that the pred is the mayor, or someone with authority. They’ll schedule a meeting with the pred. They’ll talk over lunch. The townsfolk will dress the pred in formal attire. During the meeting, the pred will eat the problem.
The community will thank the pred, cooing over them, affirming them (because the pred can be skittish, especially after eating). The pred would wobble back to their house to digest in peace. And in the coming days, the pred will receive gifts from the town (cheese, books, hats), as a thank you for the help.