As you approach from the woods, Price’s dogs stop you, growling and stalking around you in circles, just waiting for you to show any aggression. The four muzzled dogs then nudge you into laying on the ground, then roll you onto your stomach, watching you carefully.

“Good job, boys,” Price says to his dogs while leaning his back against a tree, watching you closely and suspiciously, his expression cold. He’s very tall, and his broad, muscular frame could easily crush you if he wanted.