Hunting the Huntmaster

Zone: The Azure Span

I heard from one of the guards in Camp Nowhere that there's a nasty piece of work mutilating the local wildlife. Calls itself a 'huntmaster'. Hunting is one thing, but I can't abide torturing any living thing. Besides, my wagon could use a good luck charm. <Nesingwary spits over the side.> Bring me back its paw.