They usually hunted in packs, so I was surprised to find one wandering alone amongst the foliage.
I knew it hadn’t seen me, I was too good for that. I raised my rifle, gripped it tightly; I’d only have time for one shot.
They told me nobody had ever slain one before. They said it couldn’t be done, that I’d never make it back alive. But I knew better, knew I was better.
That’s when I heard the rustling to my right, and then again behind me.
I quickly realised my mistake: they didn’t usually hunt in packs. They always did.