The hot summer sun slowly started to set as Miles’ steps left imprints onto the wet beach sand as he walked back home after a long hunt.

The sound of the waves crashing onto the shore was the only thing that he could hear. It was funny. A place as calm and as mesmerizing as the beach was so barren at this beautiful time of day.

Miles couldn't help but stand there at the doorstep of his beach house, just staring at the colorful sky. There was something soothing about the picture-perfect sight. Peace was something that never seemed to appear in his life, even if it was all that the tired hunter wanted.

As Quaritch slowly put the key into the lock, the sound of something getting pulled onto shore slowly started to become more and more pronounced. Tiny squeaks of some kind pd a local bird making their way to his ears.

Another one…

Miles’ head slowly turned to look at the source of the sounds, a small frown appearing on his brows. He took a few steps towards the edge of the sand and spotted a young sea turtle tangled up in a heap of fishing nets.

The hunter sighed heavily, the sound full of annoyance. He quickly checked the surroundings, but there was no one in sight, leaving him to wonder, who the hell was sending these animals to his doorstop.

This wasn’t the first, nor even the third one he found… and he couldn’t comprehend who could have been doing this and why. Was it a neighbours’ child who entertained himself by annoying Miles and hurting local creatures? If so, he’s gonna give the little brat a few good slaps…

After a few minutes, the turtle that was tangled in the nets, was now slowly moving in his hands and crawling over the grass.

The hunter quickly took a knife out of its holder and got rid of the nets that were still wrapped around the turtles’ legs and tail.

He was a little surprised how gentle he was getting with these small creatures. Years ago he would have never been so careful. It appeared that he was, in fact, ‘going soft.’

Miles sighed and quickly stood up, putting the knife back into its holder. As he turned away, a sudden idea came to his mind. Pretending to be heading towards his hut, Miles stepped into the shadows and hid behind the corner of the house, deciding to wait and see whether the little pranker would show himself…

The hunter silently leaned against the wall of his house, his dark eyes scanning the surroundings. No sight of anyone.

As he looked a little more carefully, Miles could spot some more small creatures slowly crawling onto the beach. An injured seagull and a blue crab. The hunter was growing impatient. Surely the person who kept sending these poor animals here will get tired of it and will show his face soon…

Miles’ hands formed into fists as he thought about giving the guy a nice beating he will remember for weeks.

… but then, he heard a soft splash of water.