it doesnt even try to hide
it's more scared of the plastic creep and people driving over its dinner than people hunting it
the first thing it does every day is try to find a poisonous root to chew on
it makes it hallucinate that it is surrounded by things it should be instead of weird antigeometric concrete-vinyl-shitty cheap pine tree banks and horizontal cliffs that confuse its instinctual map
how long until the iron vessel is permanently compromised?
we have no elders to teach us arcane work