Has anyone else experienced this?
That tranquil, fleeting moment during the hunt. You know the general location of the monster and you want to help the trapper locate your quarry. You climb to the top of a cliff and as you plant your feet on the top of the rocky edifice, you hear . . . nothing, no jetpacks, no guns, just the wildlife of shear calling gracefully alerting their own kind that some unknown predator is approaching their den.
It never lasts long, but that’s the beauty of it. Before long the Tranquil silence is broken by the call of a flock of scavengers and the chase is on again, jet packs roar, and characters pick up their pre battle banter.
But in that one moment you were one with nature, and it’s very surreal
Has anybody else been in a similar situation