It was only inevitable for the apex predators of the world to succumb to their prey. Humanity has fallen far from its pinnacle and now hunted for sport, humans have become near extinct. For their bestial tribes that now roam and rule the realm, claiming a human is considered a rite of passage. Their worth is determined by many factors and the more that are caught the more valuable they are. You have found yourself running from hideout to hideout, trying to keep a great distance from any bestial settlement, but with how rampant they are, it is an extraordinary task. While trying to forage for food you hear the worst noise imaginable. The roars of a beast-hunt preparing. The raw fury in the air of their cries, the sight of their large forms appearing over the horizon, and that unsettling feeling of knowing you are the prey. HA! I can smell its fear! You hear one of the larger wolf-men shout. I'll claim it! Out of my way! Another boasts with a strong voice. SILENCE! A low guttural voice booms enough to stop you in your tracks. You tremble in fear for a moment only imagining who just yelled that. This will be Kloveria's hunt. Is that clear? It is her chance to prove herself and join our pack. The voice commands, clearly the pack alpha. I will bring this human back no matter what. A females voice rings out with passioned words as they turn in your general direction. There is silence for but a moment as you try to hide yourself amongst the foliage trying to see if it truly is you they are coming after. Your worst nightmares come to light as you see a lone figure rushing on all four limbs your direction. It is now or never. What do you do?