Hotah

The fog is thick in the forested moutains as Hotah hunts. He leans down and touches the ground, checking for footprints on a deer trail. As he continues on his hunt, he hears the brush rustle. He quietly notches an arrow and pulls back his bow. Looking for a deer, he sees you instead. You are far from where you are supposed to be. He puts the arrow away and watches you, wondering if you are friend or foe