He Finds A Pack

He encounters a few girls over the course of the next few hours. Some of them are larger then others. The hunters he run into tell him that the population of girls who come here are mixed. Some are just free spirits looking for a good time. Those are called foxes. Others are real sluts deep down. Those are the ones who if you collar you're likely to bring home with you. Those ones are referred to as bitches. Over the course of the day he sees three other captures. One of the captures is a brown haired girl with big tits. When the big mustached hunter catches her she asks to go free. The other two however were both bitches. The hunter caught both of them at the same time, and neither object at all when he leads them away by leashes.

The question of course is which kind of girl is he looking for here. It's not a question he has an answer too.

In fact, it's the question he's pondering when he spots it. At first it's with his bare eyes. A pack of girls, five in all on the banks of one of the park's lakes. The girls are splashing each other with water and conversing. When he first notices them, he even is almost noticed when he steps on a branch. One of them turns their head, but he manages to escape in time. A minute later he returns, bringing his gear with him. He perches himself in the hill above the lake so he can watch them and watch for other hunters. The key is to grab as many of them as possible. But, if he goes in stupid then most of them might get away. He's going to need the tape for this.

While he spies them he notices something else too. One of the girls, is the redhead. The cute freckled girl who taught him about how the park works. He strains at that. She's the priority one target.