Being the only hunter (or huntress, rather) in Moga Village sucked.
For one thing, whenever someone needed a monster killed out in the Woods, the Huntress had to run out and kill ASAP or else the thing would keep the whole village up and worried. She could rarely leave for the port because, oops, the old Wyverian at the farm needed an upgrade to the bug box so could you please run out and get this rare-hard-to-find/gather/carve item for me?
Sometimes, the Huntress just wanted to have one day - one little day! - off. Perhaps she could persuade one of the hunters in the Port to come to Moga and live there for a little while. Or she could finally give into the Chief's Son's pestering and train that little bra… boy of his to be a hunter.
"Oi! Huntress!"
The Huntress groaned mentally, reluctantly pausing on the bridge leading to Moga Woods as the Cheif's Son called to her.
"You know, my boy came of age yeste-" he began, beaming with pride.
"Yep."
She turned and started slowly walking off. She really, really didn't want to go through with this. She had three quests piled up right now
"Which means he gets his first set of armor, and a wea-"
"Yep." The Huntress trotted a little quicker. Maybe if she ran, she would get there before the kid did.
"And I promised him he'd be coming with you on a hu-"
"Okay. I get it," the Huntress snapped. "What's in the Woods today anyways?" she said, desperately trying to change the subject.
"One Great Jaggi, small possibility of two… Oi! Keawe!"
The Huntress's teeth clenched together as the Chief's grandson trotted up towards his dad, resplendent in his green leather armor.
"Hi, Future Alpha Male," she managed through gritted teeth. "I guess you're coming with me today, huh?" There had to be three veins standing out on her forehead beneath her Hunter's Cap.
"Yeah, I can't even wait!" The kid pulled the smallsword from his belt and waved it around haphazardly. "I've made a whole list of the stuff I'm gonna hunt. First up is a Jaggi, then a Jaggia, then a Great Jaggi…"
The Chief's Son chuckled and clapped his kid on the shoulder. "Of course you are. You'll be the best hunter in Moga, just like your old grandad once was."
The Huntress felt a vein nearly burst at the words "best hunter in Moga", but swallowed her anger. This kid was going to end up being the Chief one day, when the current one finally went up, and as the only true hunter in the village, it was her responcibility to teach him how to hunt.
"Well, kid, let's get going," she said, trudging across the bridge. "Better start before the heat of the day hits."
If there was one piece of advice she had to give, it would certainly be "never be the only hunter in a village".
Because that sucked.