CHAPTER 2-Troubling Times
It was dawn, light barly peeked out from over the herizen. Wind slowly bushed and puled the grass like waves of an ocean. Little One awoke to Neema nugging her. She rubbed her eyes, slowly opened them and smiled at Neema. Little One streched as she sat up. She looked around, the rest of the pack was ready for the daily hunt. Little One lazaliy climbs on Neemas back, as always they headed out. She clings to neema as they ran through their huntting grounds. They weaved around trees, went down mounds of earth, and stocked amidst the grass. It was going to be a trying day.
As the day streched on the pack had missed oppertunities, caused by a twig napping or hasty mistakes. They continued trecking along, but no prey had been detected. In mid -motion, Neema stops dead in her tracks, aware of what danger was lurking around. Recognizing the boady language of Neemas growls and stance, Little One discreetly slids off Neemas back. She was instantly pushed to the middle of the pack by Seeka and khola. Neema stood fearless out in front, listening to find were the enimie would appear from. Little One stood stiff in the middle of her pack mates, unsure what she should do.
Suddenly a sabbor lunged from behind the bushes,...