The Willhers had given him a home, a woman, and new, soft leather pants. That pair had his holster stitched into the side and various pockets and loops for both his bayonet knife and tomahawk. The hunters even outfitted him with a bow and quiver for his first hunt, though he still carried his rifle as well- A preference that did not go unnoticed by the Huntmaster.
Right from the start Michael could sense the doubt the Willher hunters had in his abilities. The bipedal felines were hard-pressed to believe a human could keep up to their demands: two deer or an equivalent amount of meat every time he went out on a hunt.
Most Nekos could fill such and order before the noon if they found the ever-changing, game-rich areas, and then would often spend the rest of the day how they wished. None co
