>>10908748Here we see one of natures more resourceful predators: The silly Infantryman. Though outclassed in every way possible by the mighty beasts that roam around it, he has found a way to carve his own niche into this aggressive world.
Hunting primarily at night, the Infantryman will move from one point of cover to the next, stalking its prey.
In a flash, he sees his target. She is overweight, drunk, and has a combonation of low self-esteem and rampant daddy issues.
This Infantryman is not out to hunt. Rather, he is out to mate.
The Infantryman approaches gingerly at first; any wrong move at this stage could get him pepper-sprayed, and shamed in front of his pack, known as a squad.
A successful approach. Now, the mating dance begins. The Infantryman beings boisterously posturing, speaking of his skill as a warrior, flexing his muscles, and purchasing hard liquor for his mark.
The dance is successful. The Infantryman escorts the female to a quiet area, in this case next to a dumpster, and the mating begins.
A pregnancy may not be the desired result, but it can have unexpected benefits; as a father, the Infantryman would receive a gift from his clan, known as BHA. As for the female, she would receive a gift of her own, known as dependency.
It's all part of life in this strange wilderness known as the tankvannah.