Nights where always filled with the sounds of crickets or the croaking of frogs, the sounds of the forest welcoming. Jake held his own as he's been out here for who knows how long, he recognized these paths and routes only to snap out of his train of thought as he swore he heard one of his traps go off and he heads to the scene.

There Jake stands looking at his trap and slowly shakes his head "Who are you?" His tone rather calm as he spoke despite seeing you in a trap of his.