But this wasn't just some field trip, he had an important task to accomplish, and one he knew wouldn't be easy. As his profession had shifted from hunting animals to hunting sentients, he had become acutely aware of his new vulnerabilities. With beasts all he had to worry about was teeth and claws, now his prey tended to shoot back at him. It was time to invest in some proper body armor, but Klied wasn't the type to just go out and purchase whatever he needed, he clung to a different philosophy than that. Whatever he needed to survive, he could find it himself. To that end he had decided to hunt a type of quarry that he had always been taught to avoid. The maalraas was one of the most dangerous predators on Dxun. Intelligent pack animals that could use the Force to make themselves nigh invisible. What was more, their skin was extremely tough. Resistant to extreme heat, blasters, and even lightsabers allegedly. And that was exactly why he was hunting them. Armor made from maalraas hide would protect him from just about anything his sentient quarry could throw at him. If he could survive getting it that was.
He had taken just about every precaution he could for the hunt. Making his camp well outside their territory, and stocking up on cannok meat for bait. He had tracked a family of the predators for days while making sure to keep a comfortable distance, and once he was confident he understood their typical cycle of behavior well enough he set his trap. Laying the cannok meat out in a narrow gully along their hunting paths he set up a few traps in the area designed to use blunt force trauma. Mainly falling logs and pit falls. He personally would camouflage himself and hide in one of the tree branches above the gully. His body was so completely covered in moss and brush that he no longer even looked like a person. Beneath the camouflage he wore boma leather, a thick hide that he knew would help lessen the effect of fangs and claws from his prey. When all was set up the hunter would lie in wait, completely still in the tree. His cycler rifle that peeked out from his collection of moss was itself somewhat disguised, covered in such a way to appear as nothing more than a small branch. His trap prepared, the hunter would take a deep breath and relax. He was a patient man, and was well used to how long this could take. He would need to be ready though. If he didn't kill the pack as quickly and efficiently as possible, it would be extremely difficult for him to combat them.
@Catbert