'Ow, let me go,' the little vole squealed. It lay on the ground, twisting and writhing, but was trapped on a bed of pine needles, pinned down by the weight of the hyena paw that held it.
'Tang, don't play with your food,' Fleg sat a few yards off, watching.
The vole struggled a little more. Tang looked up, then eased the pressure on its body. The vole made to get up, but Tang pressed down once more.
'Tang.' Fleg growled. The next moment Tang lowered his head and, with a quick snap of his jaws, left the vole lifeless on the floor.
'Spoilsport,' he said.
Fleg got up and left him to his meal. He walked over to Grap, who lay on the forest floor a little way off.
'One otter, two voles, a lizard and six baby frogs,' Grap said as he sat by him. 'Hardly a feast, and the frogs were half-dead anyway.'
'It's getting more difficult,' Fleg said. 'And not the fun it used to be.'
Tang trotted over after a while, licking his lips.
'There's a bit left, if you like,' he said. 'I'm still full of lizard.'
'No thanks,' said Fleg, while Grap shook his head.
'Please yourselves. So, what's next? We really should be moving on.'
'There's no rush,' Fleg said. 'We've got a couple of hours till the Occasion starts, just let them get there. The rest of the pack will be here soon, then we'll see what the others have found.'
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Eritopia
FantasyA disillusioned creature, Not-Bear, sets off on a quest to discover his identity. Leaving the security of the Inside, where animals live, he journeys over the mysterious Outside, to Eritopia, City of Men. There, dark forces are helping the power-cra...
