These are the hot softwood forests of an Old German colony. They're a bit mountainous in places. Here, straw falls from the trees, and covers the ground.
There aren't very many lakes out here, but this one is. In this one, spotted bass and sturgeons swim freely.
Just below a rock, a tilapia treads water. This spot is shallow, and shaded; just as he likes it.
Just above him, an albino supersoldier stalks him. He knows how to corner him. With a flash of his arm, he snatches the tilapia from where it treads. He makes an epic splash, while doing so.
The tilapia's skin is slimy, and spotted. Just the feel of all that meat on its bones makes Subject Tempest's stomach growl...
He opens wide, and sinks his teeth into the fish's raw hide. Ah, sweet meat. There's never anything like it. And there's never enough of it.
By day, Albus sticks to the shade of the trees, and the mine shafts, and the caves. There's never a surplus of them, out here.
White goats, with very long horns, climb to the tops of the cliffs. They've no idea they're being followed...
Albus waits, sprawled out beneath a cliff. When the time is right, he swings into place, and tackles the billy. He falls down the cliff, tackling him. Neither one of them will be the same, at the base...
At rock bottom, Albus rips the parts off the goat he wants, and eats them raw. Mm, goat mutton; nothing like it.
He follows white rabbits to their dens. He waits for them to come out, and graze on what little there is. Always at the right moment, Albus snipes one of them. He rips off what he prefers, and eats it raw.
In the trees, he stalks white doves. He's so good at what he does, he can even trace their flight paths.
If UTRAX came hunting for him, he's sure he'd be able to track THEM, too. Alas, he's got a feeling that this story WON'T end with "the hunters becoming the hunted..."