Describe A Conejo Monologue

Clutching my knife I had made of stone about a month ago, I search for the only source of life I had found since going to this strange world. At least besides bugs. Movement in a bush in front of me catches my attention, and I peer in that direction, trying to make out the figure of this mysterious animal. I will have to get closer, for I now know that this creature is able to camouflage well with its surroundings. Taking a step forward, I make sure I am still wary of my surroundings, with one ear always open for any kind of danger nearby. I then find the shape of what I have named a conejo lobo, the Spanish word for wolf rabbit, for this is what it resembles. It can easily blend in with the reddish orange terrain of the strange land. The dirt
The sky is a mix of different oranges and reds in the morning and afternoon, and in between this it is a bright yellow. At night it is typically a grey color, though sometimes a brown. Dark grey and black puffs that I would consider clouds float throughout the sky. Still watching the animal, I make out the head, focusing on separating the reddish brown fur from its similar surroundings, and then go for it. I shoot forward, and before it has time to flinch, I stab the neck. Not very fast for what it looks like. The size of a fawn, this will give me some meat for a couple weeks. Satisfied with my hunt, I return to my shelter. I enter the cave, set down my kill, and head back outside. Grabbing a stick, I use a resource that is odd to be on this land for no apparent reason that I have learned so far. Fire. It is randomly laid across the land, not necessarily burning anything, just there. The fire doesn't move position unless if by me. Since being here, I have found the fire to be very useful, it gives me light at night, some warmth if needed, and a way to cook, which is I'm grateful for it right now. I grab a stick, holding it over a group of flames, and it ignites. I stroll back to my cave very