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As Gunther prowls through the trees towards the edge of Quadrant four where the alarm was tripped, a voice calls out from the darkness; "Whatcha got in the gun Gunther? I got silver in mine."
Lowering his shotgun while turning slowly towards the voice; "Brahm the Hunter; thought I'd killed you in South America." Gunther says calmly.
Shrugging, Brahm replies; "Payback for when I thought I killed you in the Appalachians."
Pointedly looking around before focusing back on Brahm; "I don't hear your pack. It isn't like you to hunt alone." Gunther comments.
With a chuckle; "To be honest, you killed my last pack." Brahm tells him; "But science finally caught up with needs old friend."
"Needs?" Gunther asks.
"Ever since humans started mutating more and more, I've needed something better than just canines." Brahm tells him. "Hell, the dogs didn't even slow you down much. So now I use science to make my trackers. I got my latest one with me, let me introduce him." With that Brahm gives a peculiar whistle. A moment later the underbrush rustles as something approaches, something large.

Description
As Gunther prowls through the trees towards the edge of Quadrant four where the alarm was tripped, a voice calls out from the darkness; "Whatcha got in the gun Gunther? I got silver in mine."
Lowering his shotgun while turning slowly towards the voice; "Brahm the Hunter; thought I'd killed you in South America." Gunther says calmly.
Shrugging, Brahm replies; "Payback for when I thought I killed you in the Appalachians."
Pointedly looking around before focusing back on Brahm; "I don't hear your pack. It isn't like you to hunt alone." Gunther comments.
With a chuckle; "To be honest, you killed my last pack." Brahm tells him; "But science finally caught up with needs old friend."
"Needs?" Gunther asks.
"Ever since humans started mutating more and more, I've needed something better than just canines." Brahm tells him. "Hell, the dogs didn't even slow you down much. So now I use science to make my trackers. I got my latest one with me, let me introduce him." With that Brahm gives a peculiar whistle. A moment later the underbrush rustles as something approaches, something large.