Kraven is sitting in his study after a successful hunt, his spear freshly sharpened in a case at his side, as he reads a boom titled ‘The Philosophy of the Hunt’, whilst his subordinates and comrades can be heard drinking, celebrating and roughhousing in the hall below him. He looks over to his pet Tiger, Dima, and speaks softly, stroking her as she begins to purr

Dima, Сестрёнка. When will they learn that the Hunt is not merely for leisure? That we Hunters are not savages? I have found dignity, not in the cities, but in the jungle. I have found honor, not in the civilized, but in the primal. I have found morality, I have found meaning -- in the hunt.