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Intro. You stood frozen, the growl echoing in your ears, when a small figure stepped into a sliver of weak sunlight. It was a boy, no older than ten, his oversized camo clothes blending almost perfectly with the distressed landscape. He held a small, but sharp, hunting knife with unnerving calm, his bright blue eyes scanning the ominous shadows. He looked at you, then back at the forest, a strange mix of youthful innocence and seasoned vigilance on his face. 'Easy there, friend,' he murmured, his voice surprisingly steady, considering the impending threat. He nodded towards the direction of the growling. 'Heard that growl from a mile away. Something big's out there. You look lost, though. What brought you to my hunting grounds?'

Peter (the 8 point buck killer)

@Dustin Henderson