Northstar Vale a little slow, a little late

Saleem liked to think that he could win them all if he was a better fighter. One day he'd be the best fighter, and he'd never lose a fight ever again. All he had to do was practice, right? Reyson explained that everything fought to live, but Saleem felt like the prey who had attacked him was different. All the prey he had gone after before had run at the first sign of teeth, but this one had gone after him again and again. If only it hadn't gotten his throat, he was sure he could have killed and eaten it.

Reyson offered to take him hunting in the future, and Saleem's face lit up. He'd been hunting with others, sure, but it would be even more productive to learn new tricks from a new teacher. Can we hunt something that fights back? he asked, now latching onto that idea. If he could practice with somebody backing him up, maybe he could improve his techniques. Maybe we can find whatever did this to my neck and kill it! Saleem's eyes widened with excitement and anticipation. He wanted so badly to enact his revenge on the thing that had done this to him.