The hunter put on a camouflage over himself, applied a paste made from combining herbs and forest leaves that could remove one's presence, lifted the bow and a quiver full of arrows. Once he fully equipped himself, he entered the forest, quietly.
The forest was peaceful and quiet. The hunter's footsteps were dimmed down by the sound of the early summer's wind brushing through the forest in the evening, creating sounds that mimicked the sound of the waves crashing on the beach.
When one goes hunting, it would take up to several days. It would be the norm for one to be hunting for as long as a week. Be it chasing a prey, that alone would take up half a day's time. The beasts were not intelligent. Tens of thousands of years of evolutions had only granted them a heightened sense of observation. It would take skills of an experienced hunter to detect the beast. One might say that any novice hunter would not be able to find their lair or even detect their presence.
