In front of me I see their remains. Their final battle. Some of them still falling and fading.

Behind me I hear the young ones getting ready. Practicing their war cries and their moves. Fearless.

As for me, I run, and climb, and hide. Sometimes I charge. Some others I fall, get up again, and run.

I find a nice cave and make it my home. Safe for a while.

And then I run again. My muscles ache, my heart accelerates. I know what that  is: practicing.

Practicing for the day I´ll stop running and go where he sleeps. I´ll wake him up and look into his eyes.

I´ll look into my Hunter´s eyes and lick his face. Done.

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