As I moved locations, I played some mental music. I had a giant list in my memory storage, and it was lovely. I had a mix of genres, from rock to swing.

  I had more, but they were in pieces. Sometimes I could find the song bits in other memory's, but it made the song disjointed. It was saddening really. But, there was nothing I could do but fit the puzzle pieces together to try and make something coherent.

  But I digress. Music and good atmosphere, there was something quite lovely about it. While I could have stayed in the tomb for a while longer, and perhaps I should have, the general atmosphere was just... so good.

  As I walked, I watched each step. Leaves would crunch and sticks and twigs crack if I failed to watch where I stepped. It was both time consuming, but oddly fulfilling. Like completing a part of myself.

  It is odd that it works that way, though I won't complain. Again, it still takes effort to relearn these skills, but much less then if I was learning everything for the first time.

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  A rustle of leaves made me stop dead, and I looked around slowly. A flash of darker green passed low behind some vegetation. I backed away, not bothering to hide my steps.

  Another rustle behind me. I turn, and there is nothing. A crunch behind me heralded a hiss, and I dodged to my right. A green thing flew past me and rapidly turned on landing.

  I looked at it closely, and it was most assuredly a predator. Long, ripping teeth, claws on the feet... A small sound behind me made me swing around, clawing at the air with my hand.

  I caught it with my hand, simultaneously crushing bones and stabbing my fingers into the beast. It knocked me off balance, and I staggered. Something rammed my legs and I fell.

  I twisted to fall on my back, and as I fell, I ripped my fingers down through the caught beast. It hissed and thrashed as I struck the forest floor. I lifted it to protect my head, and was rewarded as teeth bit into the soon-to-be corpse.

  I pushed the corpse and its biter, staggering the live one. I scrambled to grab the thing, and caught it with my left hand. I dragged it to me, and stabbed my right hand into its throat.

  It choked, struggling viciously to escape as I held it to my body. It slowed, and eventually stopped dead.

  I got up, and looked down on myself. I was covered in blood. Well, this wasn't like my previous hunting... it appears I was tge hunted this day...

  There is a lesson in this, I'd reckon. About watchfullness, or maybe about just shooting the things. Well, I'll figure that one out later. I need to clean my... Everything.