[And thus the hunter becomes the hunted... it was poetic justice, really.]
[Nanaki rises to his paws slowly, moving to shake his fur out. He winces a bit, looking to his side. There is a nasty-looking gash where the poacher cut him, but otherwise he was unharmed.]
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[Nanaki rises to his paws slowly, moving to shake his fur out. He winces a bit, looking to his side. There is a nasty-looking gash where the poacher cut him, but otherwise he was unharmed.]
Ah... I've had worse injuries.