Kaden crouched behind the massive trunk of a thick, gnarled tree, his breath heavy and his muscles coiled with tension. The faint sounds of rustling leaves and distant roars filled the air, blending with the rhythm of his heartbeat. It had been a month since he had fled to this planet after killing Mr. Duke. A month of constant vigilance, surviving on the edges of civilization, and taking on the dangerous life of a hunter.
Hunters were those who tracked and killed beasts, extracting valuable resources from their bodies to sell or trade. Kaden had taken up the job out of necessity, though the irony wasn't lost on him. Here he was, risking his life to harvest a horn that would likely be used to craft some luxurious musical instrument for the wealthy.