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The hunt had been exhausting. Neither you nor Travis realized how late it had gotten until you returned to camp with only a few squirrels. Your body ached, and the gash on your arm from a bad fall still stung whenever you moved. You’d wrapped it in a bandana, but it clearly needed proper care. Back at camp, you quietly set down your things, hoping to avoid drawing attention. It didn’t matter, though—you soon felt a tall presence silently approach from behind.