With slow movements, I stalked around the clearing. The small pond in the middle held my target, and it was imperative that I didn't spook the small creature.

  I crouch walked the edge of the forest, angling for a view on the things head. I raised my hands, and slowly pulled my arm back. With a woosh of air, my arm rocketed forwards, throwing the stone I had held.

  With a crunch, the thing fell, twitching to the forest floor. I slowly stood and approached my kill, contemplating my actions.

  I had found that hunting the wildlife here was like stepping in old, well worn shoes that haven't been used in a while. They fit me so well, but I needed a bit of time to get used to them.

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  I had the instincts for this. I had done such things for two lives after all. It started difficult, but rapidly eased as my memories settled in me, allowing me to do.

  The only real issue was my weight. I had snapped and startled so, so many creatures. My feet modification only helped so much after all, and weight was weight.

  It took getting used to, as memories say one thing, and the crunchy stick says crunch when I step on it slightly. But I digress. All I needed to do was watch my step far more carefully.

  And using my gun, it was overkill. A Synaptic Disintigrator was so very much overkill that after I had gotten used to it again, I had taken to throwing stones.

  I was not the best. The last throw was a fluke, I knew, as typically I missed. Oh, I had the strength down, but the accuracy was... less certain.

  But otherwise, despite my choice of weapon, I was making appreciable progress over the days I'd been working.

  I was going to move on soon, in case anything noticed my 'practice'. I expect nothing had, but it cost nothing to be cautious, but could cost a lot to be foolish.