The Liver Eater of the Mountains

The Liver Eater hid in the bushes even as he eyed his prey. He had hunted many things in his forty something years, but he had never hunted anything as vicious as the men he was stalking now. The Liver Eater was stalking members of the Crow tribe, and they were the most vicious and dangerous of all his prey. The Liver Eater made no sound as he hid behind the bushes, eyeing the men. He had stayed hidden for what was easily hours on end, but he did not complain, nor did he feel sore.
No, his body and senses had been used to such hardship, living alone off the land and making do with what he had. The Liver Eater had seen and endured much worse. Hiding behind bushes and waiting for the right time to strike was nothing for a man like himself. The Liver Eater hid in the bushes even as he eyed his prey. He had hunted many things in his forty something years, but he had never hunted anything as vicious as the men he was stalking now.
The Liver Eater was stalking members of the Crow tribe, and they were the most vicious and dangerous of all his prey. The Liver Eater made no sound as he hid behind the bushes, eyeing the men. He had stayed hidden for what was easily hours on end, but he did not complain, nor did he feel sore. No, his body and senses had been used to such hardship, living alone off the land and making do with what he had.
The Liver Eater had seen and endured much worse. Hiding behind bushes and waiting for the right time to strike was nothing for a man like himself.