Don't be a boar

Flare was up for something of a challenge, so when he recognised the scent of prey and knew they wouldn’t make it easy on him, he grinned. He moved slowly and carefully through the field, scenting his way along in the early hour of the morning. The sun had barely begun to rise, and it cast long shadows upon the world.

The tinge of red from dawn wasn’t helpful, either. A hint of blinding brightness above him, and darkness everywhere else. He ignored the distractions of the sky, and concentrated on the scent. Letting it guide him as he hunted his chosen prey

Medium Prey hunt: Boar 1/3


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