I'm out hunting again for my tribe, SharpClaw. Lately, prey have been abundant in the forest, but they've moved to the other side of the forest to the "Beasts" territory. Everyone in my tribe is fearful of the beast, and I am I, but my tribe must eat, so I push these thoughts and instincts of fear as I spot a very well-fed buck grazing in a open meadow. I rack an arrow and draw my bow back as I wait for the perfect moment to fire and claim a good meal for my tribe.