Yes, Shyguy, it's a bit tricky. Setting traps, waiting and stalking, camouflaged from head to toe. Hours and hours of sitting, unable to go to the bathroom, unable to rest, unable to think. It gets to the brink of unbearable when you see it. That blue furred purple dotted bastard. Timid at first, it gains confidence in its surroundings, becoming comfortable...dangerously comfortable. It smells your bait. You ready your grip on your rifle. A little closer...just a little bit...That's when you see it. Another monster...a baby monster. Your bones ache as you wrestle with your conscience. Your jaw clenches, your wrist tenses, your eyes sweat...*BAM* Birds flee into the air. Without a thought, you rush out to see what you've done. In the clearing it lies, blood pooling by its neck. A perfect shot. You examine your work. "But where's the baby?" A tap on your back knee, yellow eyes staring at yours. Its fur is soft, warm.
I guess murdering in cold blood can feel quite warm.
Monster Hunter looks cool, but it simply doesn't interest me. Just never liked the japanese twist of giant swords and ridiculous armor.