Hooved Mammals

Heart raced with a mixture of emotions as her piercing gaze locked onto him. He felt like a deer caught in the hunter's sights, vulnerable and exposed beyond belief. Her gaze practically burned him like fire as she regarded him. Or at least appeared to? Yes. The flick of her ear gave him an invitation to come forward. He swallowed, hard. Wasn’t that what he wanted? Redrum hesitated, torn between his instinct to flee and his newfound decision to push his limits. With trembling limbs, he inched forward anyways. He kept his body low, compact within the cover. She must have chosen a target by now, if her position was any indicator.

As the vermillion boy approached, careful not to alert the antelope, he couldn't help the nerves threatening to overwhelm him. It could have been fear, or it could have been excitement that coursed through his veins, he couldn't tell the difference at the moment. Redrum settled beside Azoula, ready to face the hunt. That was why he was here. So, he forced himself to focus. Ears swiveling atop his head, Redrum listened, getting an idea of the distance between the quarry and the predators. Golden eyes peeked through the grasses, angling his sight line so that he could see the worn out antelope just ahead – what was wrong with it? It looked like it got into a rough fight. He turned to face the tigress, eyes questioning again. What sort of plan did she have?