Yesterday the hunters ate only roots and grubs but now, in the fading light, they chance upon a lame bokkie. Hunt and kill are over quickly. Careful for the tinder-dry veld, they make a fire within a ring of stones and each eats their fill, leaving a portion for Aquila, who guards their improvised camp from a hungry howling wolf until dawn spreads her golden fingers.
The sun climbs and the dry savannah shimmers. A green smudge rises from the ripples and the hunters hasten to the acacia-shaded spring.
The eagle calls out
Owab attends the warning:
beware the serpent!
In case you’re wondering what in the world is going on, the previous episode of this little adventure is here.
Photo by Juanita Swart @ Unsplash
Written in response to two challenges:
I also set myself the additional challenges of confining my piece to 100 words exactly and writing in the haibun form. Just for fun!