Quitely I sneak up on my prey, Sqweeks (squirrels) are fast so I must be very quiet. Rasing my bow I ready to shoot when a group of flying kaws (birds) erupts from the trees, the Sqweeks flee leaving me hungry but I have bigger worries now, what ever spooked the Kaws could turn after me. Crouching I stay completely still, my skin allowing me to perfectly blend into my environment.
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