On day sixty-seven since the arrival of the Beast of Lozére, Jackie “The Huntsman” Red took a short break from hunting. He didn’t admit it to himself, but deep down he was discouraged by how the day was going. He’d only seen two wolves drinking at Lac de Villefort- he had watched them through his rifle scope from fifty meters away, lying across an outcropping of boulders on the hill. They were both greyish with a black streak running across their backs. Blood crusted their jowls but it was from a rabbit the larger one had killed. The carcass was mostly just a spinal column, half buried under the roots of a tree on the shore.
He sighed, stood up, and brushed himself off. The wolves heard him and stiffened with their snouts submerged in the lake. Their ears were lying flat and curled at the head and their tails were perfectly parallel to the ground. Slowly, the smaller one lifted its head and backed away from the water, going to the rabbit carcass and carrying it away. The larger one drank quickly and loped after mate.
When they were both out of sight in the trees he picked up his rifle and made his way back up the hill. A rich man in a fancy black shirt and pants waited for him at the top. His name was Jacques and owned a small portion of the land. He frowned downed at Jackie with dark eyes and helped him up the last of the way. “Did you see them?” Jacques asked. (I unintentionally modeled him after Jeff Goldblum in Jurassic Park)
“I didn’t hear any gunshots.”
“They aren’t the problem, these were far too small to do any real damage.”
“So I don’t have to worry?”
“Not with them, no.” Jackie reassured the man.
Jacques’ gold watch glinted in the sunlight as he checked the time. Jackie thought of something and decided to ask, “Are you the superstitious type Jacques?”
Jacques shook his head and gave Jackie a knowing smile, he knew what was being asked of him. “No, no… No loup-garou here.”
“Good,” Jackie compelled himself to not clap Jacques on the shoulder and went with a nod instead.
I personally liked the scene here, with an expert hunter letting the local government know they don't have to worry. But without the earlier section it wouldn't make any sense.
“You cannot uh…”
“Yes, you cannot blame the farmers. They are not superstitious, but when enough people see the same creature and have evidence-“
“There’s evidence?” Jackie interrupted, widening his eyes. The entire reason he was here in Lozére was to dispel worries about what kind of creature they were dealing with. Many of the farmers believed it was a werewolf but he brushed that nonsense aside. Wolves the size of a horse, give him a break!
“Footprints and images,” he paused again, arching his eyebrows in disappointment, “Blurry images.”
“Why wasn’t I told about this?”
Jacques narrowed his eyes, “You haven’t been very open to the idea. You’ve insulted my friends. They told me they didn’t want to show you evidence because how you behave towards them.”
(This doesn't make any sense either. Professionals don't act like dickheads. Or shouldn't, at any rate.)
Jackie blushed. He had to admit this was true. Most of the time it was at the bars in town, but there were a few times in the past few weeks where he would arrive at a farm and… “Sorry. But understand from my point of view. Before I retired I hunted for twenty-three years. Not once have I ever seen a shred of the supernatural. And then you guys call me out of retirement because none of the farmers have any experience with larger game. Okay. I can get behind that-“
Jacques held up his hand. “Just be a little more open when going through this job Mr. Red,” he paused, “Try to imagine that you probably are hunting something as smart as you are.”
“Right, right, of course.” Jackie nodded. He abruptly stood up. “I’ll be out of your hair. Anything else comes up, you give a call. Again, I apologize for my brash behavior, but old habits do die hard.”
Jacques led him around the house and into the front yard. Jackie strolled down the hill after a final goodbye and got in his truck. He unsilenced his cellphone, backed out of the driveway, and drove back towards town.
In general, this scene isn't needed for the story to take place. It's more implied.