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Kione had found a nice area of land that was more to his preference.  He enjoyed expanses of open land with no trees for prey to twist and turn about.  A straight-on run forward was his favored way to hunt.  He wasn’t used to bothering with stalking up on his prey, he just ran it down.  It was a lot easier when he had his family to team up on the prey though.  At this point, the African wild dog had no idea if he’d ever get to eat large prey animals again.  Ironically killing predators was easier than prey now since it was less likely the predator would run in time.

This land was a strange place with some of the bones he found.  Kione had wrapped his mouth around a giant bone, curious enough to taste it but the thing was too old and solid as a rock instead of the normal bones he could crack open.  The wild dog was tired of being alone.  It was something none in his family would have ever considered as a way of life yet here he was.  Kione was starting to wonder more if he truly was the last of his kind.  More likely they just weren’t common to this region or had left to go elsewhere but then, where was he supposed to go to find more like him?

For the time being, he sat near the old huge bone, large ears twitching as he watched the surrounding area and waiting for anything of interest.  Someone to talk to, something to fight, something else to kill for a future meal.  Whatever would work, he was just taking a break from moving forward.

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