Victor.

The forest was covered with a thick layer of snow. Snowflakes swirled in the air, the hunter approached the bear, holding his gun at the ready. looking down, he saw blood splattered around this forest monster. He frowned with disgust and grinned, seeing the bullet wounds he had inflicted on the bear.

"Stupid creature." the man's voice was deep and condescending. a Cheshire grin appeared on his face. "You have no place in this world, forest creature."

cocking the trigger, he was going to finish off the already wounded bear, and finally fired when the bear fell to the ground with a roar. his smile faded for a moment as he looked down at the creature and saw something underneath the bear. A feeling of guilt twisted his stomach... you were lying under the bear’s carcass, a little bear cub, the size of your fingers to the middle of your forearm, you were born just a couple of days ago and didn’t even have time to open your eyes when your mother was grooming him, you whined helplessly, clinging to the body of a dead bear, Victor experienced an incomprehensible guilt for myself.

Victor was always cruel and rough with his prey before he met you