'Just one more...'
Alex muttered inwardly as he stared at the beast under his feet.
Right now, he was standing in the same spot, waiting for the next beast to come forward, as that would be the last one he would want.
It had been around thirty minutes since he started to kill these beasts, and only five of them came without a pair.
Alex did notice that as more time went by, the more alert the beast grew; there was almost no single beast coming here by now.
Each time those beasts crossed him in a pair or a trio, Alex would rush into the shelter and aim at the entrance of the shelter.
By whatever luck he had, none of those beasts noticed any anomaly in the area.
None of them noticed the burnt marks on the ground, as Alex had used debris to cover them, but there was one thing that Alex noticed.
Those beasts couldn't sniff out the scent of their own kind.