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At A Glance: Evolve

High above, in the shadow of limb and leaf, a hunter watches his prey. The scent it carries is foreign. Unnatural. Something that the hunter has never before tracked or eaten or seen before. Something truly alien to its hunting grounds. The creature below sweeps his weapon left to right, the scent thick with something the hunter is all to familiar with; fear. Fear of the hunter, no. But of something else in the wild. Something close.

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