The Dead.. Are Alive?

Chade pondered the scenario before him, glancing back in the direction where Ricin was and speculating on the risks the both of them were taking.  After surviving a month the two had quit being quite as scared every day but how reckless did they dare get?  He considered going back to check on Ricin but he also considered the great meal standing before him.

“Fine,” the boy whispered to himself, as he tried to circle around and slowly close in to see how close the sick prey would let him get.  Feeling helpless could weigh you down as much as any disease which led to the question of how much hope did this creature have left in it.  He watched it track him with its eyes even as he let a low rumble fill his throat.

It wasn’t going to look away and Chade lunged forward to try and attack the front leg but not surprisingly the goat jogged away and as he did so kicking up with his back legs either as a threat or actually hoping to hit the blue boy.  Chade followed gamely after and kept slightly to one side to avoid the kicks.  This wasn’t some open field for the creature to escape but a closed-in area.  Chade came up with the plan to just keep it running in here until it tired out.  He’d avoid any of its attacks and see how long it could go.  He was guessing it wouldn’t take long and then it would be easier to fight!

It would be a long game and that was fine.  Ricin could either join him when he was done adventuring or sit back and watch.  This felt safer than a direct fight.  Was this what wolves often did to hunt or would this be his own special technique?  This was assuming of course his plan worked.  The goat would have to die in this hunt though as it would take up a lot of energy and Chade would need the food to keep up his strength.  This wasn’t fun, this was survival.

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