You knew it was there, somewhere in the hillside, and yet you set up camp. The lure worked. You were ready when it attacked.

There was a fierce fight on that hillside. More than once you thought it would kill you for sure, but in the end you tore its throat out with your own teeth and emerged victorious.

A worthy first story to be immortalized on your armor. You knew it was only the first of many hunts to come.