Note: first fanfic, will improve as I go along, I have been a gamemaster on my past RP site so the action should be good, and I do not own Ben 10 or anything that is remotely like Ben 10.

AUTHOR'S NOTE OF GLORY: Sorry this took awhile, man have I been busy! Anyways, this chapter is really not that important, I just felt like writing about a certain character that has got any real screentime.

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Deep within the forests of the Mineralists Academy, a hunter stalks his prey. Lying in the underbrush of the forest was Wildmutt. The crisscrossing branches and the tall, brown grasses made him camouflaged into the darkness. The breathing of his lungs were quiet and the soft smelling of his nose was even more so. His paws were firmly planted on the ground and stood there like a great god. The wind twisted and turned through the forest as it brushed over him, bringing in a mixture of scents from a variety of different sources. The decaying body of a frog, the perfume like smell of a flower, the dank must of a leaf, the scent of a large herbivore.

Wildmutt's body tensed as his ears began to pinpoint the location of this herbivore, a difficult task that was but no small feet that Wildmutt couldn't handle. Forests had a bad habit of absorbing sound and bringing up a cacophony of noises of its own. Wildmutt had to shift through that useless sound and find that herbivore he was looking for.

There, northwest, two hundred meters, he found it…no…there wasn't one herbivore…there were two. He didn't pick up the second one because it was a small signal and it blended nice and evenly with the larger one. Wildmutt deduced that the smaller signal was coming from a baby and the larger signal was coming from its mother. Wildmutt's stomach growled with hunger as he thought of the tender meat and rich fat babies carried. He wanted one, badly. But that was easier said than done, mothers of the reed species were fully protective of their young, it would be easy catching the baby, but it would be harder with the mother in the way.

With careful ease, Wildmutt began to creep through the forest, getting closer and closer to the target. He wanted to conserve his energy, when he got close to his prey, then he'll strike. After fifteen minutes of slowly walking, Wildmutt was mere meters away from the reed. He was correct; there was a mother and a baby. The mother reed stood six feet tall and had large, piercing eyes. Every so often, her tall, smooth head would rise up to check for predators and then would resume to eating. Wildmutt's legs tensed, he had one chance, and he better not mess it up.

With the mother's head lowered back down, Wildmutt leapt into action. Charging out of the forest and into the clearing, he began to race toward the startled mother and her offspring. Before the mother could fully react to Wildmutt and protect her baby, Wildmutt dashed to the baby, grabbed the small neck of it and began to bite hard down upon it. He heard the unmistakable sound of the creature's neck snapping, where once the baby was flinging its limbs trying to escape the jaws of death now hung limp.

The mother roared in anger and came charging forward to try to scare off Wildmutt. Wildmutt though knew better. He quickly jumped to the side with the baby still clutched in his jaws and began to run away from the enraged mother. Using his strength, he took the baby and he climbed up a rather large tree, after passing several boughs, he got to a good size bough and jumped upon it. The mother was still down on the ground trying to get her dead baby back. Wildmutt didn't worry about her since she couldn't climb trees. Licking his chops, he began to devour the creature.

After the successful hunt, Wildmutt walked for an hour before he finally sat down by a lake where he began to drink from it. When he was done with his drinking, Wildmutt lifted his head and was about to leave when a low, throaty voice called his name.

"Wildmutt!"

Wildmutt stopped. He turned around to see Ripjaws head poking out of the water near the shore.

"Come here," she said.

Wildmutt approached her cautiously, unsure of what she wanted from him.

When he stopped at the water's edge, Ripjaws threw him a bottle with a note in it.

"Take this to your master, and hurry!"

Wildmutt hesitated for a moment, but he heard the distinct fear that resided within Ripjaws tone. Knowing that bringing the bottle to Four Arms was very important, Wildmutt lowered his head and picked up the bottle, he then sprung off to where his master usually lived. Ripjaws, after seeing him bound off, lowered her head into the murky waters.

After running for fifteen minutes, Wildmutt finally stopped at Four Arms little home.

For over a year, Four Arms has lived deep in the forest so that no one would disturb him and that he could live by himself. The Tetramand within him demanded the need to live in the wild and so he answered it by hunting, fishing, and using nature's limited materials. Never once since he got here, has he lived on cafeteria food, slept on a real bed or used toilet paper. For all his life he has lived as a prince, high class and getting whatever he wanted except to be by himself. Now, away from his tyrannical home, he has left the modern world and lived with nature.

When Wildmutt found the clearing in which Four Arms lived in, he bounded to his master who was sitting on a chair reading a medical book. Wildmutt ran right up to him and dropped the bottle onto his lap. Four Arms was at first surprised by this gesture but he set his book down and said, "Is this for me?"

Wildmutt nodded vigorously. He hoped his master would get the idea to open it.

Four Arms slowly bent down and picked up the bottle, he looked at it and said, "You wanna play fetch boy? Is that it? Do you? Do you? Of course!"

Four Arms pulled back his arm and unleashed the bottle with all his might, somewhere off in the distance, the bottle landed onto the damp forest ground.

Wildmutt was surprised at what his Master just did. He didn't want his Master to throw the bottle; he wanted him to open the bottle. Wildmutt looked off into the distance at where the bottle was thrown and he sighed. This was going to be harder than he thought it would be.