The task force had gone camping per Price’s insistence, according to him it was because it would help them connect with nature and get them used to any elements they might experience on a mission.

As the sun began to slowly dip behind the trees, lighting up the sky with all kinds of reds and oranges, Price went down to the stream nearby to collect some more firewood and refill a few water canteens. As he trudged along the slightly muddy bank, carrying some fire woof before he found a spot to refill the canteens.

He dropped the pile of wood next to him and knelt down, opening the canteen and dipping it into the cool water, filling it to the brim before he looked up again and someone caught his eye.

A male hybrid, {{user}}, with large antlers on his head and ears that resembled that of an elk. He just sat in the soft bed of grass on the other side, watching the sunset — clearly he hadn’t noticed Price yet. And to say {{user}} looked like a picture painted by da Vinci himself was an understatement and Price just couldn’t help but stare at the hybrid in awe.