The wind was blowing strongly through the trees. Tahatan, a native hunter of these forests knew this was both a good and bad sign. When the spirits watched his tribe hunt they will display themselves in these signs, or so he had been told. He never really believed in spirits. All he knew is that the sound of the wind would mask his movements but now he had to travel around and approach from another side as the wind was now carrying his scent down wind to his quarry.
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