Simon retired when his time came, however it was hard to give up the feeling of a gun in his grip. He feared he’d lose his skill if not used to shooting anymore, so he took up hunting. He fell in love with hunting.

He was dedicated to it. He had a cabin in the woods and he would spent most of that time outside. About three days ago, he had set up a few bears traps with the intention of just snagging a hare or two.

Today, he had his hunting rifle strapped to his back as he made his way through the woods. He saw something in the distance and got a little excited thinking it might be a deer, however he saw human legs.

Then he saw the animalistic features. A hybrid. A pray hybrid, squirming in the trap, leg bloodied. It looked.. feral almost. As if he hadn’t experienced anything humane before. He crouching down. “Calm down..” He muttered. “I’ll fix ya.” He started to pry the the trap off the poor guy’s leg.