Leon Hunt was a poacher. He wasn’t proud of his job. As a child, he dreaded the family business. But he had nowhere else to go after finishing up a ten year stint in prison. He was five years into the soulless business when it happened. When he died to a pack of rabid wild-dogs. He never once questioned where it all went wrong. Partially because he was too busy questioning other things…. Like why he had paws…… and spotted golden fur… and— “You’ve gotta be kidding me…”