03-16-2022, 12:31 AM
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Edith had been tracking a particular boar for quite sometime now. She had begun to learn their habits—the way that they hunted for truffles on the forest floor, when they napped, and when they roamed. Although their routine wasn’t always exact, Edith had a good idea as to where to find it at any given time.
She wanted to kill it, and had been building up the courage to do so since she had began following the boar. Despite knowing the danger of hunting large prey alone, Edith’s ego and will were mighty.
It was around noon, and Edith knew that the pig was likely bathing in the bank of a stream. It was amusing to watch it splash and prance around—almost endearing … but not entirely there.
She was right. The pig was laying on the stream’s shore, splashing water onto their back. Edith crouched low, sheltered by the forest’s shadows. She made sure to stay still and out of sight, but still in the open enough for anybody with a trained eye could spot her.
She wanted to kill it, and had been building up the courage to do so since she had began following the boar. Despite knowing the danger of hunting large prey alone, Edith’s ego and will were mighty.
It was around noon, and Edith knew that the pig was likely bathing in the bank of a stream. It was amusing to watch it splash and prance around—almost endearing … but not entirely there.
She was right. The pig was laying on the stream’s shore, splashing water onto their back. Edith crouched low, sheltered by the forest’s shadows. She made sure to stay still and out of sight, but still in the open enough for anybody with a trained eye could spot her.
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