His quarry wasn’t far.
The tracks were evenly spaced, soft indentions in the mud. They spoke of a slow walk, a prey that was unconcerned.
His father had taught him to hunt. Had showed him how to use his mind to see the tracks, to use his senses to keep his surroundings.
The woods were quiet. He heard the leaves crackling underfoot before he saw the object of his hunt.
His quarry turned. Wide eyes. A moment of paralysis.
He heard it make strange sounds. “What the -“
He charged and felt his antlers pierce the human’s stomach under his rib cage. He used his strength to lift it overhead and throw him aside.
“How-”
He stepped over the man’s silver stick carefully. Place his hoof gently on the throat and pressed down.
It was a good hunt.
Zolton 10 days ago
Nice twist!! You’ve definitely scared the hunting crowd just in time for elk season here. ha ha.
Solar Zorra less than a minute ago
Good use of imagery and Great twist!......you got me on that one. :) Solar