[Cain hears him, and sets out after him, those soft and measured steps. If he stopped and thought he wouldn't be able to recall the last time he went hunting; but in the moment it's all a blur, as if he's always been prowling, as if there have been no pauses between one blow and the next.
He's a stealthy man by nature, but for this one...]
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He's a stealthy man by nature, but for this one...]
You look like a man with a mission.