Sunny Days Chase the Blues Away

He'd come here early in the morning hours before dawn. His eye was set upon a calf today and he'd settle for no less. Except there was one problem, and it wasn't a small one. In fact the problem happened to be one angry mother. A 1500 pound beast of pure anger and vengenc e for hos crime against her. The calf was laying a good 25 feet from him bleating out it's drama. He'd broken it's spine right before the hips and for that he recieved a head but and a toss. His hip was bloody, a gash in his upper thigh. He had promptly got up onto his perch. He was seated just out of reach of the buffalo, but they still surrounded him.

He turned his head to lick at his gash. His symmetrical patterned war paint was ruined now. He didn't even notice the woman from where he sat. He was busy with his own problems. He had caught tge attention of every herd member and now had to play the waiting game. He'd have to wait out their anger and hopefully that calf would shut the fuck up soon. It was irritating and he let out a snarl and yelled at it. "Oh shut up ya damn bitch! I ain't even killed you yet!" his hackles bristled. If it didn't shut up soon it would attract others and he didn't want to loose his breakfast to some damn coyote.