Chapter 3 - Three - First Hunt (1/2)

The sun was setting by now as me and my brother stayed hours unmoving under the tree shadows, looking below us at the meadow filled with three-horned cows that mother used to hunt, however if we had the size of a horse they had double that.

Even more, they had numbers.

I was cracking my brain with plans on how to kill one of them, the hunger clouding my thoughts and weakling my limbs.

One chance. Any wound, any mistake, and we would continue to hunger to death.

I licked my upper lip, anticipating the taste of warm flesh blood, the sweet fat red meat.

~Growls

My brother looks my way, a knowing smirk on his lips.

Shut up.

When some of them stopped eating and dozed off to sleep, I knew our chance arrived. As I saw once on TV, we should hunt the weaker one, the wounded or the child.

Wait… saw where? The thought escaped me as I find a calf beside its mother, sleeping holding his limbs. How cute. ~Growls.

Now that it was dark me and my brother became one with the foliage, our dark fur covering our muscled bodies as we went downhill, slowly approaching.

They were in a clearing surrounded by trees, but at least the grass was high enough for us to crouch down. The problem was… afterward. How could we outrun then with a body?

I decided middle way through, looking at my brother and whispering: ”You go for the throat, quietly.”

He nods. Good boy. We approach the herd, circling the other sleeping bulls, our belly touching the ground slightly as mud dirty our fur.

Good, that should lessen our smell. Stopping and looking over the grass we spotted our prey. With my eyes I commanded my brother to attack from behind, as I keep approaching from the front.

My heart was beating so fast that I was scared they could hear it. The blood was pulsating strongly in my ears as I controlled my breath and kept my focus.

Then I jumped.