The icy wind begins to pick up as I glide effortlessly over the Tundra. I've been watching a Gigginox for a couple of days now. She keeps straying from her cave, maybe to get food for her young, but nevertheless, her flesh would satisfy me for more than a few days. I look down and dip my wings, diving down to the ground, and then open my wings again just before landing softly on the ice. It feels cold beneath my paws, but I get used to it quickly. By quickly glancing around I can tell that I've scared off the mother and calf Popo that were grazing here. That's nothing to worry about. I'm not after them.
I rest on a pillar of ice for what seems like a couple of hours before she returns. I carefully shuffle forward. She stops and looks around, suddenly aware that she isn't the only being present in this area. My lips begin to curl. I begin to drool. I need food, but I can't be too hasty. Her poison is deadly, and one wrong move may cost me my life. I make my first foolish mistake by gripping the ice with my claws, making a few chunks break off and clatter to the ground. The Gigginox looks up and then bolts for the safety of her cave. My camouflage doesn't help; she can detect my body heat. I growl in frustration and leap from the pillar, landing on her tail. She falls on her stomach and then whips her head round in an attempt to bite me. She grabs my tail. I quickly rip it away from her jaws, leaving deep gashes. I snarl as my tail stings with pain. The Gigginox makes another bolt for her cave. I can't let her reach it; she will have the utmost advantage. My legs spring into action. I charge and easily catch up with her, and I slash her wing. She trips and falls on her side, struggling to get up. Her blood is soon staining the ice a deep crimson. I casually walk up to her and rest my paw on her head, then force it down to the cold, hard ice. She squeals as my claws dig into her neck. She is at my mercy. I can already taste the blood of my kill as it leaks from the claw wounds in her neck…
…an explosion of fire on my right side sends me hurtling sideways, away from the Gigginox. She lays there for a couple of seconds, panting for air, and then flees the scene, back to the safety of her cave. I snarl with anger and get to my feet. My sight darts around the area, looking for the source of the explosion. As another bullet of fire hits me in the back leg, I find where it is coming from. A gun. Holding the gun is a human. Behind the human are three other humans. I stand to my full height and roar my loudest. These are hunters; their prime goal to kill me. They just disturbed my hunt, and they'll pay. With their lives.
…TO BE CONTINUED?