Day 4,511

Today, I had some luck: I found the Muulwark’s den.

It was an accident, really. I was following an old trail I discovered which led me to a small cave. And there I found some old bones and carcasses. It could have belonged to a cave bear, as was my first assumption. But then I saw the monster’s shedded skin.

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I was slightly disappointed. The monster was probably less than twenty feet in length—a juvenile nearing its adulthood. But that made me more wary; juveniles are fiercer than the older ones, an instinctual behaviour to fight to the death with the desire to live and reach maturity.

Just like humans. And that makes my target more dangerous.

I began laying traps all over the area. It is still noon, and I have plenty of time to prepare. The monster will return by nightfall.

Now, as I rest here up on a tree and write in this journal, the sun is beginning to set. Soon my sword and axe will be coated with the blood of my target, and I will make sure it doesn’t escape me.