Icehide the Unbroken

You see that rise above the camp? That is where it took the last hunter. We found the blood trail. Nothing else. They call it Icehide. Ice leopard. Big, silent, and too smart for our traps. It strikes fast, leaves nothing but red in the snow, and then it is gone again. Too many have died chasing it. This is not about pride or sport anymore. We cannot work those hills while it still prowls. And I will not send another one of ours to vanish into the cold. If you are willing to take the risk, do it. But be sure of your shot. Icehide will not give you a second.