playing with my food
08-08-2022, 10:57 PM
Kotori had seen pronghorn before but not very often. While he didn’t hunt in the mangroves frequently the wolf was still fairly confident this animal wasn’t normal in the area. Whether it had gotten lost or had some other story to tell about its no inhabitants didn’t matter overly. Soon enough it would be another piece of meat that would fill his stomach as surely as any other meat.
Kotori moved amongst the trees, hopping quietly over the watery regions to a clump of roots to an old twisted tree. As he neared he smelled blood and spotted an injury on the pronghorn's back leg. The terrain could be slick to one who was moving rashly, perhaps fearfully. Well, this hunt wouldn’t be overly difficult.