A test to enter the clan, claim ten ears to join for family, safety. Security.
The beast shambles closer, it's appearance human once. It's jaw now slack and clothes torn, weathered. Reddish spittle falls from its open mouth, one leg dragging behind as it moved closer the hunter.
The arrow is loosed, slicing through the air with a sharp whistle before it pierces through the rotted skull, destroying the abominations brain.
The hunter goes to claim their prize. Survival won't be enough anymore.