The Tall Grass

Today was a brand new day, and it was a special day for Jur. He was finally going to be able to hunt with his pack for the first time. He would usually check the perimeter and watch for stray creatures that unluckily had traveled a bit too far into the tall grass. It was boring, but it was a job that all raptors did at his age. But now Jur was older and stronger, and knew he could be helpful.
Jur was standing a foot or two from the pack circle, catching the news that was said. Scuz made his way towards him, and sat at his feet. Scuz was a Compsognathus, too small to eat and too curious to keep away. Scuz nipped at his claws and Jur kicked him away, only to see him stumble back to his feet once more. Scuz knew that Jur had been accepted in the hunt and he wanted to tag along. Jur warned him that if he ruined it for the pack, he would eat him personally, but he was not sure if Scuz understood. Today they were hunting a stegosaurus, a large one. It was older and was spotted a mile away from the nests, one of the perimeter controls had found it near a creek that twisted into their territory. The pack leader sounded the alarm, and Jur quickly followed the five other hunters into the savanna. They ran for what seemed like only a few minutes before Jur could smell the robust scent of a stegosaurus. Their loud steps stopped and the stalking began. The raptors circled the beast without alerting it to their presence. He watched from the shadows. His pal Scuz had caught up, and was now hovering just past his shoulder. Jur licks his snout greedily as he drags his feet through the tall grass silently. Tonight, him and the pack will feast. Jur counts his blinks, just like his father taught him, Never move too quickly. You needed to be cunning in this world of eat or be eaten, and today Jur was the eater. He hears Scuz slump slowly to the ground and move backward, at least Scuz knew to be out of the way during this hunt. The wind blew, pushing the grass lower, but Jur knew not to move. And so did the five other raptors that were clearly visible during the event. One of them blinked, and Jur blinked back. He felt his quills shiver as the grass rose back up again, the rest of the pack was frozen. Jur clicks his claws nervously, thinking that they had waited too long. Then, he saw it, the eyes of the lead raptor, moving in closely to finish the prey.
And that is when the shot was heard, the first shot. The Stegosaurs fell all on its own, and Jur retreated into the grass along with the rest of the pack. Two creatures, tall and deformed, rushed to the stegosaurus, and tried flipping it over on its other side. They studied it for a while before Jur refocused on something else, the eyes of his pack members once again. Today, they would feast, but the menu had changed.

Forever a vicious Glacier Velosotor.

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