NOTE: This tale IS NOT mine, I merely translated it into English, the original author of it is the contributor Jaqueline Miguel.
New moon, perfect for hunting.
New moon, perfect for hunting.
With visibility practically null, the juvenile moose
can only guide itself through its hearing and hyper-sensitivity to smell, but
today it wasn’t going to do him any good. The wind is in my favor and I'm
practically inaudible.
Eating the green grass of late fall, the moose is
distracted. It is the perfect time.
With a quick move, the moose only notices me when my
mouth is inches from his neck. Quickly, I bite his neck and, with a little
strain, I separate its spine. Dying almost immediately, the moose vanish in
blood.
While the meat is still hot, I devour its back thighs,
where the meat is tenderer and less greasy, scraping the skin with my
paws. I end my huge meal, half way through, fully satisfied.
I don’t hide the half-eaten corpse. In times of
scarcity, I would have to hide it to eat it later, however, here in Anchorage, Alaska;
there are moose in abundance. It’s even considered a destructive pest.
I hear a distant howl, followed by another. It’s my
parents. It was time to go home.
Running through the beautiful forest near the suburbs,
I appreciate the wonderful feeling of the wind flowing through my black fur.
It didn’t take more than five minutes to get to
the ledge that separates civilization from the forest, where a huge, black wolf,
the size of a polar bear, aka Laurence Wolford, banker and my father, is
waiting for me. From the blood on his muzzle, paws and belly, he’d had a
great hunt. A chocolate brown wolf, much smaller than my father and
slightly smaller than me, my mother, had arrived, and brought, in her mouth, a bunch
of clothes that were hidden under bushes.
We changed. Despite being a bit
embarrassing to get dressed in front of our parents, to me, it was normal. Since
I was seven, which I didn’t even measure up to my dad’s two-metre huge waist, I
was already hunting rabbits and other small animals.
We went to my dad's SUV up to our simple but
spacious home.
After a long, hot and delicious bath I went to
bed and landed shortly.
The hunger is sated … at least for now, it
always comes back.
