A rather muddy meal

The tapir was a funny-looking beast Chade hadn’t seen before but it was found almost the same spot as the Tapir had been, just a bit farther to the east.  The pig-looking thing was rolling around in a muddy pool seemingly enjoying the process.  Chade hid under a clump of bushes watching the pig thoughtfully.

How hard was it to kill one of these? Was it the sort to run or to fight? Did the muddy-fatty thing taste good?  Chade was determined still to be of use.  If he couldn’t catch this then he might have to bring back some rabbits or some type of bird but might as well try for something larger first, right?  

Every day of steady food and sleep Chade got he felt himself growing stronger, his stamina lasting longer and able to go a bit faster.  With all of that on his side, the pup felt his confidence growing in his own abilities.  Still, this was something new and he wouldn’t rush in blindly.

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