He stood just inside the tree line, as still as a stalking tiger on the hunt, listening to his surroundings. A tall man with large muscles forged in a life lived many miles from civilization, his skin is permanently bronzed by the heat of the sun—smeared with natural pigments to break up his outline. Slowly he turned his head to watch a group enter the clearing. They were arguing amongst themselves, voices low, but making far too much noise not to be noticed by the wild man.



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