Greed

The tail had drawn closer, emboldened by Arthur's apparent ignorance.

'Good. You're falling for it.'

Arthur moved into a clearing and crouched near a cluster of tracks—claws, fresh.

He pretended to study them, but his mind was elsewhere, focusing on Hank's vision through the clairvoyance skill Hank had. The hawk was circling high above, his keen eyes scanning the forest below.

'Hank, spot anything?'

Hank responded with a negative response. Arthur was unable to see anything either.

'He is very cautious, it seems like he caught on. But to still continue tailing, he is quite arrogant.' Arthur thought.

...

Shortly after, Arthur encountered a beast.

Arthur crouched low behind a dense thicket, his eyes locked onto the sleek form prowling through the underbrush—a cheetah.

Its golden fur shimmered under the filtered sunlight, dark spots rippling as its lean muscles shifted with each cautious step.