O-Ka-Pi, O-Ka-Pie, Life Goes On

Rudy makes his way to the trees that Fern had picked out.  Dang Art and his early hour habits he was passing on to Fern.  Hunting was fun though and hunting with Fern was even better.  What were the odds of ever-changing Fern’s hours to the ones he preferred?  Rudy got to his spot in the tree’s staying down low and out of the Oakpi’s view, also where his scent wouldn’t be picked up in the wind.

Rudy watches Fern go after the prey, waiting patiently, inwardly telling Fern to avoid the animal’s kicks even as he reminds himself Fern wasn’t going to let herself get hurt that easily.  Rudy smiled as she did her job well. It was getting close.  One more stride.  Rudy lunged out of the hiding spot, teeth clamping into its leg, teeth crushing down on the bone and pulling back to make the strange-looking creature off balance.  The opening was there for Fern to aim for the vitals.  Regardless, the damage to its leg meant the Okapi was dead sooner or later.  They had already won.

Rudyard Carpathius