the aftermath

He would stand there eyeing the cat, as she waited for something that wouldn’t come. The female would say his name, as much as he hated to hear his name on the lips of a cat it was better than other things. She would speak again and asked him to fetch her something to eat, at the beginning of what she said though was the words “for now” what did that mean, was she going to start calling him something different. Whatever she did he hoped she didn’t give him a surname, he would hate to be more involved with that cat than he already was. He would turn around to go into the labyrinth of cave tunnels, in the brief time he had lived here he had set up places for everything. Sleeping and food storage were the two main places that he had done anything with, he would carefully make his way to the cave that he had stored unfinished prey in. He would find a goat that he had downed just the other day, he hadn’t started it yet because he wasn’t hungry at the time when he caught it. He looked down at the goat with a look of sadness, if he let that cat eat it chances were he wouldn’t get any of its glorious tasting meat. He would take a couple bites of a half eaten hare before grabbing the goat by the leg, he drug it out to the main area of the cave and dropped it. Then hoping the cat was satisfied he would retreat into the cave again to find some sort of loneliness.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think