Pinakip was not one for hunting, usually. She much preferred to rely on her father's providence in the form of fresh leftovers. However, Father was probably busy because Kinang hadn't found anything to eat and neither had she. So hunting it was. They'd split up to cover more ground and would look for smaller easier prey animals.
Pinakip had been slinking around carefully for a couple of hours now and had just come across wildebeest, and there were a few dangerously curious calves cavorting around by themselves. Easy targets.
She carefully crawled through the tall grass, so close, so delicious... She was just gathering her strength for the spring when out of nowhere a black and white blur snatched the very calf she was eyeing up. How dare it!
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