Questions arose as we gazed at the dead feline that Anton had killed using his firearm. I can see the guilt in his eyes as Anton lowers his guard. Lorenzo stood beside me and also noticed the face Anton was making. He regrets putting holes at the Siberian tiger that attacked us. The body lay in the red snow soaked up the feline's blood. Anton looked in our direction and stated, "Something is not right!" with a face that was full of worry. "We must return to the village," Anton added. Without a second thought, he instantly left the animal's carcass. We went back to the village where Natasha and her troops waited for the scouts he sent to return. The monster we were after was quite slippery, frustrating Natasha. Multiple scouts had returned from their mission. Some came witho
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