<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">"<i>What's wrong with Gator n' Frog Legs?"</i><br/>
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He overdramaticly played off the best "Country" accent he could pull, faking a look of offense for a moment or two before shaking his head with a smirk. He did enjoy teasing at her, more so just to try and get her to flash that smile a bit more, attempt to strengthen that sync between the two. It was extremely rare he ever hunted with a partner, let alone one that actually knew what they were doing, watching as she tracked The GPS signal and made her way smoothly through the maze of The Woods. "<i>Back home they used to tell me stories about these things, sharp spines on their back, leathery skin like a mangy dog, coming to take up us kids for not behaving or doing what we were told." </i>The memory tugged a smile from him, recalling how he would run and hide under the bed every time his mother would begin telling him the tale of how she was almost dragged off by one in the middle of the night, all because she didn't go to sleep at night and clean her room. The mess had lured the creature right to her door, and since she was the only one awake, it would take her to feast. <i>"Only thing that seems to stay constant are those red eyes...hmm. Guess we'll see." </i>Wes did still have his reservations about the entire scenario, of course he'd come across the corpses before but they could easily be played off as a pack of wolves feasting on a stray animal or simple decomposition setting in long before he ever found the corpse.<br/>
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It did however, fill him with a tinge of excitement. Hunting something completely new, something that was just that, only an urban legend and a myth until Ava had dragged him out to this lovely weekend retreat out in the middle of nowhere. <i>"You should take more time to come out here...obviously right? There is something nice about being surrounded by the peace of nature, humbles you. Everything's got its natural place in the scheme of things...well, least that's what my old man always told me." </i>He gave a shrug as he made his way around a large pile of brush, keeping close to her as she continued to lead the way, his voice beginning to grow quiter and quiter the deeper into the growth they got. "<i>Guess that's where we come in, keep the balance. Get rid of the unnatural part so the rest can flourish properly." </i>It was a nice thought, how they spilled the blood of these beasts in some kind of "greater good" sense of things. Wes wasn't quite sure he believed it though, there was still only one "Unnatural" thing in this world he was focused upon and he didn't care what he needed to carve through until he had the chance to kill it. As the sounds of the bait began to become clear he did give a bit of a grimace, feeling sorry for the poor creature. . .but he couldn't quite get over how it stuck out like a sore thumb in their surroundings.<br/>
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<i>"Guess it makes sense. Live prey will lure it with curiosity. . .can't help but think it would have been better to go to a butcher." </i>As she surveyed their surroundings, Wes pointed forward to the clearing and the woods that surrounded it. <i>"She's not in deep enough, not wandering into its territory, not wounded just confused. You grab fresh meat, something bloody and good. That smell is gonna catch it's attention long before the noise ever will. It's a beast, beast wants to hunt, not be handed a free meal." </i>His eyes stayed locked on the animal for a few moments before shrugged off his own comments and began to go to work, walking slowly and minimizing the noise he made, attempting not to startle the nearby bovine and unwinding spool of barbed wire slowly between the trees, acting as trip wires, nearby placing down the first bear trap. One directly to the side facing the bovine, and the other set coming from behind it, Wes moved with a strange swiftness, silent yet effective as he made a complete circle back around to Ava, finally laying himself down in a prone position looking forward directly at the Bovine.<i> "Blood or not. If that thing is real it'll show itself soon enough."  </i>Glance being given to Ava, allowing her to take whichever position she pleased, and making sure she knew exactly where the traps and barbed wire were placed so she wouldn't accidently stumble upon them.<br/>
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With a huff, The Hunter began the long waiting game, keeping as still as he could and making no unnecessary noise. Eyes locked forward on the bait and the surrounding treeline, ears listening to the symphony of the wilderness around them, the gentle breeze swaying the tree tops above them as occasional leaf would loose grip from its limb and slowly fall to the floor to join the rest. It brought Avas words back to him, it really was peaceful, tranquil and serene once the realization that they were there to kill this beast wore off. As they waited and the hours began to pass, doing his best to remain patient until finally he heard the snapping of twigs, brow furrowing at the sudden intrusion of foreign sound, and The Bovine itself beginning to move more restlessly, like it's own alarm system beginning to go off, knowing a threat was nearby. It started off slowly enough, the bovine calls slowly becoming more frequent as it paced around nervously, and the occasional snap of twigs and rustling of the brush covering the forest floor breaking the cycle of silence before Wes completely stopped breathing. Eyes opening up wide, and glancing to the side as every single ounce of effort was suddenly focused on not moving a muscle, low growl resonating deep within the creatures chest as it stalked <b>directly </b>next to him. He had no idea where Ana had staked out, but he suddenly found himself praying that she was about to see the exact same thing he was, Razor Sharp Claws lay only mere inches away from him, almost silent as they met the floor, small amount of saliva coating the ground and finally finding the stories to hold truth within them. Blood red eyes almost glowing against the pitch black darkness that surrounded it. Wes couldn't see the rest of the creature, he didn't need to, soon enough the vile scent of the creature finding its way into his nostrils as he struggled not to move, the creature not in any hurry to engage either, blood red eyes focused on the feast in front of it, and The Bovine finally having caught sight of those blood red eyes going into a frenzy of panic.</span>​</div>