Of course, that's not the point.
The point is: The board is gone!!!
Brian's face turned dark.
Damn!
This is exactly where he hid the box.
From the fresh dirt around the hole, he could smell the fresh pheromones of feline urine.
Seeing these traces, he almost guessed how things had developed:
A camper with a hunting dog must have come near here, and the dog probably picked up the scent of the feline urine, alerting its owner to be wary, while it ran over here.
The owner quickly chased after it with a gun.
In the end, the dog died, and for some reason the owner turned into that meat lump monster...
As for the feline animal and the board...
Brian sniffed again, his face growing even darker.
The creature headed deep into the forest.
He guessed that it must have been looking to dig a hole for urination due to the loose soil here and ended up unearthing his box, leading to the subsequent events...
The only feline creature active in this area was one: the Canadian lynx!
