I have a new territory to patrol, and it's crawling with strange creatures that need hunting. Leigh calls it the backyard, though I suspect she secretly hopes it will humble me. This realm was opened only because of the tiny, furry demon, Leigh, and the Man named Link. I don't trust him, yet I tolerate his presence... for now.
The hunt has proven challenging. The prey here are bigger, cleverer than the usual grey beast I swiftly dispatch. Leigh calls one a squirrel, the other, far larger, a possum. The squirrel is audacious—fast, loud, and annoyingly clever, darting up a tree with triumphant chatter. The possum? I loathe to admit it, but I'm not sure I could take that one down, even if Leigh swears it's harmless.
As for punishing the crime of introducing the furry little demon into my world... I have yet to settle on a fitting retribution. When I do, Leigh will undoubtedly document it for all to read.
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