Fish a little, fish for me

Chade loved hunting, was proud of his abilities in it and hardly a day would go by where he didn’t find time to hunt both for work and pleasure.  He had left the island a bit ago and had been planning to make his way to the mountains but stopped on hearing the howl.  Swift, his cheetah who was growing up fast, was with him.   The last signs of the baby cheetah fuzz were fading away to leave something slick and elegant in its place.

The two approached Naraca and Chade gave her a grin. “I was about to go hunting also.  Happy to help catch anything.  I had been thinking of sheep but its fine if you wanted something else.” One had to have a special mindset to want to go where the sheep were.  It wasn’t about being hard to kill a sheep, it was the hunting on that mountain that was the trick.  One could say it was treacherous walking up there much less chasing down prey.

Chade thought it was the best so far in forms of fun.  Still, any hunting could be fun and it served a serious purpose.

"Chade"