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Searching for hours, my hands had begun to crack from the cold and dry forest. But, I had finally stumbled upon what I was searching for.
Her jacket, hanging from the branch of a tree, was flowing in the snowy breeze. Bloodstained fleece, tattered and torn from what could only have been a struggle to the death.
I knew there had been reports of a wild Sneed roaming the region and of course, an adult Sneed would have no problem overpowering and feasting on a human.
I could see tracks of prints and blood in the snow, so I began to follow.
The tracks led me to an opening in the side of a large rocky drop-off. I knew I had to discover what creature had attacked the poor woman.
I began scaling the icy rock wall. My gun firmly holstered to my belt.
It was time to face the Sneed...
