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Literature

Beast Hunter - The Tall Walker

She waited for the signal, making sure to stay low to the ground and out of sight. This was no ordinary beast, if it caught her—that would be it, nothing could save her. It was a thought the young hunter didn't like contemplating, even though it was difficult not to now that it was all she could think of. A hunter keeps his mind on the hunt. That's all that mattered. The silence was broken only by the steady drip of water trickling down the smooth rocks of the pass, and the first light of the waning moon appeared over the ridge of the gully. It would emerge soon. The Tall Walker. Her heartbeat throbbed in her ears, pounding a heavy tattoo of anxiety. It happened each hunt as the prey drew near—an almost terrified rhythm, tightening her throat and chest as her mouth dried out and every muscle primed itself for the chase. Death could claim her today. That understanding had become all too tangible of late. The air was turning. A shifting stir in the dark patches beyond the