as the sun dips below the horizon, we gather under the cloak of night, our whispers blending with the rustling leaves, setting the stage for a preexploratory mock hunt that feels as real as any. it's our way of honing skills, shadowing and dancing through the underbrush with the stealth of a cloak-and-dagger operation, our excitement palpable. we make silent announcements to each other, signaling it's time to start from the commencement of our playful venture, a tradition that teaches the young and amuses the old. this dance of shadows under the moon's gaze bonds us, creatures of the night, in a game where everyone emerges enlightened and elated.