Seven Wonders

Rosemary had traveled far south after the zebra hunt, with a very particular prey in mind. Confident that if he couldn’t use his brawn his brain would win him battles, the piebald wolf crept low, the smell of wine and rotted fruit filling his nostrils as he struggled to find his quarry.

The animal was rare thankfully and exotic, making it perfect for them plan he had concocted. Silently he eyed the small tawny herbivore, laying on its side, leisurely feasting on grapes. It was perfect. He dropped closer to the ground, one large paw reaching forward as the thin chains on his harness jingled near imperceptibly. “Whatever you do.” He told his sister. “Don’t kill it outright, and don’t eat it until I’ve finished with it.” He explained, mentally checking that the obsidian knife was still strapped to his harness. He would need it soon to cut and prepare the hide he intended to harvest. "Catch it by the legs or throat and try to smother it."

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