The sound of sticks breaking, and the leaves moving with the wind. Unknown sounds of animals they had never seen before, and the approaching night that made everything more tense, dangerous.
It was something they had to do. Food was a problem they needed to solve immediately, or else their dream of building a prosperous settlement would go down the drain.
Arthur took the lead of the group he formed, venturing inside the dense forest, looking for beasts to hunt. The bigger the beast, the better, as it meant more food to feed up all the people he had near that river.
A beast showed up not that long after they went looking for one. It was a black panther with yellow eyes and sharp white teeth. Arthur noticed that the level of that beast wasn't as high as he thought it would be, only level 15.
If one judged just by the appearance, then surely that beast would rank as a strong one, but Arthur had his system, so he knew better.