They Heard Me Coming
As I was doing my usual hunt outside of Hickory Hill Estates early in the summer morning, I noticed that the animal must have caught me on it’s trail. The Gundark were intelligent creatures: even with their size, strength, and speed, they proved to be quite the match for a human hunter. As I tread carefully through the soft mud, I saw tracks leading to a small hut about 100 yards from my position at the time. I quietly moved toward the area, finding a good sniper’s position. There it was, feasting on a bushel of berries: the Gundark, just waiting to be bested by me.
